Mortician - Cannibalistic Fiends dalszöveg

Years have passed, demented rage 
Lust for death, taste for flesh 
Luring victims to the farm 
Promise of help, you meet death 
Electric drill splits your skull 
Hot poker in your guts 
Pitchfork rams in your throat 
Blood spraying, night of gore 
Deranged from blood, need more victims 
Fresh corpses to dine and gorge 
Insanity, sick family 
Killing as one, the flesh hunger 
No one can escape them 
Cannibals eat your flesh