Nunslaughter - If the Dead Could Speak / Devil Metal


Cauldron black
Feed the demons flame
Serpent rise
Black devil shame
Cooked skin
Evil zombie brew
Eyes and bone
Create the human stew

If the Dead Could Speak

Their skin
Burns to the touch
Sick puke
Horrid rancid lust
Mind dead
Craving for smut
Soul gone
Dragging their guts

If the Dead Could Speak

Graves crypts
No religion here
Rotting dead
This is what I fear
Corpse rise
Against the living few
To make
A human zombie stew

Black is my heart
The battle is near
Fight for the sound
Its metal we hear
Dark is the night
We live the fight

Blasphemy and agony metal floods my veins
A symphony of sickness metal is the way
Devil Metal
You say you'll help me cause I 'm fucking wild
I say that I am fine I am the Devils Child
Devil Metal

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