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If the Dead Could Speak

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

Devil Metal

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