The Undead Will Feast Lyrics
| Artist | |
|---|---|
| Album | Eaten Back to Life(1990) |
| Type | Studio Full-length |
| Genres | Death Metal, Thrash Metal |
| Labels | Metal Blade Records |
Album rating : –
Votes : 0
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8. The Undead Will Feast (2:46)
Undead feast as they
tear upon your weak flesh,
terror builds at the
thought of being dead.
Prophecy of the wise men
of old now comes true as
the corpses break the soil.
Ancient spell breaks
the sleep of the dead.
The dead awake what the
populace is fearing.
Panic strikes as
the nations run in fear.
Oceans boil with blood
of human victims.
Suicide, the only way to avoid
being eaten by the undead.
Graveyards coming alive with zombies
hungry for living flesh.
Psychotic transmutated corpses
upsuring the population.
Sickening disaster of epidemic
proportions devouring us.
Tables turn as a victim I've become now,
state of death only waiting to return.
Vital signs that show I'm dead,
this can't happen, rising from my own grave.
Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual,
flesh becomes my only crave of this life.
Unthinking state, a state of metamorphisis,
seeking food to keep me dead.
Degenerate, a product of man's
frustration for his terror.
Insatiable hunger for mankind
building with each kill.
Seeking human victims
to meet my fill.
Cannibal I've become,
what's happened to my brain?
Feast on the corpse,
suck out his brain
as its fluids drip
down the drain.
Chew on the bones,
drink from its bladder,
the vile stench only
makes me madder.
In through the mouth, out the forehead
brains fall out, skin turns red.
Violent surge, a spear through the skull.
Felt the urge, now my heart's full.
I crave gore,
I'll eat your guts!
I love gore,
blood drives me nuts.
I drink blood,
I don't like water.
intestines are my cud,
I feast in the slaughter.
Twist its neck, make it crack!
Suicide, the only way to avoid
being eaten by the undead.
Graveyards coming alive with zombies
hungry for living flesh.
Psychotic transmutated corpses
upsuring the population.
Sickening disaster of epidemic
proportions devouring us.
Blood I want to drink,
I want to suck.
Brains I want to eat,
the rest I'll chuck.
Bones into a spear,
I'll carve and kill.
Hunger for the quest,
I'll never fill.
Blood I want to drink,
I want to suck.
Brains I want to eat,
the rest I'll chuck.
Bones into a spear,
I'll carve and kill.
Hunger for the quest,
I'll never fill.
I crave gore,
I'll eat your guts!
tear upon your weak flesh,
terror builds at the
thought of being dead.
Prophecy of the wise men
of old now comes true as
the corpses break the soil.
Ancient spell breaks
the sleep of the dead.
The dead awake what the
populace is fearing.
Panic strikes as
the nations run in fear.
Oceans boil with blood
of human victims.
Suicide, the only way to avoid
being eaten by the undead.
Graveyards coming alive with zombies
hungry for living flesh.
Psychotic transmutated corpses
upsuring the population.
Sickening disaster of epidemic
proportions devouring us.
Tables turn as a victim I've become now,
state of death only waiting to return.
Vital signs that show I'm dead,
this can't happen, rising from my own grave.
Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual,
flesh becomes my only crave of this life.
Unthinking state, a state of metamorphisis,
seeking food to keep me dead.
Degenerate, a product of man's
frustration for his terror.
Insatiable hunger for mankind
building with each kill.
Seeking human victims
to meet my fill.
Cannibal I've become,
what's happened to my brain?
Feast on the corpse,
suck out his brain
as its fluids drip
down the drain.
Chew on the bones,
drink from its bladder,
the vile stench only
makes me madder.
In through the mouth, out the forehead
brains fall out, skin turns red.
Violent surge, a spear through the skull.
Felt the urge, now my heart's full.
I crave gore,
I'll eat your guts!
I love gore,
blood drives me nuts.
I drink blood,
I don't like water.
intestines are my cud,
I feast in the slaughter.
Twist its neck, make it crack!
Suicide, the only way to avoid
being eaten by the undead.
Graveyards coming alive with zombies
hungry for living flesh.
Psychotic transmutated corpses
upsuring the population.
Sickening disaster of epidemic
proportions devouring us.
Blood I want to drink,
I want to suck.
Brains I want to eat,
the rest I'll chuck.
Bones into a spear,
I'll carve and kill.
Hunger for the quest,
I'll never fill.
Blood I want to drink,
I want to suck.
Brains I want to eat,
the rest I'll chuck.
Bones into a spear,
I'll carve and kill.
Hunger for the quest,
I'll never fill.
I crave gore,
I'll eat your guts!
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Eaten Back to Life - Album Credits
Members
- Chris Barnes : Vocals, Lyrics (tracks 1-11)
- Jack Owen : Guitars, Songwriting, Lyrics (tracks 1, 5, 7, 8)
- Bob Rusay : Guitars, Songwriting
- Alex Webster : Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 8)
- Paul Mazurkiewicz : Drums, Songwriting, Lyrics (track 4)
Additional musicians
- Francis Howard : Backing Vocals (tracks 4, 10)
- Glen Benton : Backing Vocals (tracks 4, 10)
Other staff
- Mike Mulley : Photography
- Chris Barnes : Logo
- Brian Ames : Design
- Stephanie Cabral : Photography (jack owen photo)
- Vincent Locke : Cover Artwork, Typography
- Scott Burns : Producer, Engineer
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