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ZOMBIE DEATH STENCH LYRICS
"Here I Die...Zombified" (2007)
1. Quietus
2. The Fog
3. Death 1
4. Dessicate
5. Zombiescape
6. Here I Die...Zombified
7. Who Goes There
8. Carrion
9. We Will Eat You
10. March Of The Dead
11. No Life King
12. Joan Crawford (Blue Öyster Cult Cover)
13. End
1. Quietus
2. The Fog
(Zombie Chorus Moans)
Crawling through the darkness
I creep in like the fog
In the air the stench of death
Permeates the night
From the grave I�ve been exhumed
To eat your flesh and drink your blood
You will be consumed
(Zombie Chorus Growls)
Can you hear us coming?
Lurking in the night
We roam the streets in darkness
We feed on human life
You cannot escape us
We�ve got you in our grasp
Tear you limb from limb
This scream will be your last
(Zombie Chorus Moans)
3. Death 1
4. Dessicate
In the blackness you claw
Fingernails start to break
No real thought in your mind
Only will to escape
You want the taste of the flesh
You want the copper of blood
Clawing up through the ground
Bearing up through the mud
Tonight we rise from the grave
Tonight you rise from the grave
Into the nighttime air
You drag your body free
From the shallow unmarked grave
At the foot of the tree
To feed your emptiness is the only
Thing that�s true
They should have done a better job
Of burying you
Tonight we rise from the grave
Tonight we rise from the grave
Now you�re stalking the night
Trails of blood in your wake
You will have your fill
You will make no mistake
Tonight we rise from the grave
5. Zombiescape
6. Here I Die...Zombified
7. Who Goes There
8. Carrion
9. We Will Eat You
10. March Of The Dead
The living dead are feasting
Chewing on your bones
Zombified remain arise
Claiming victims of their own
Humantiy is consumed
Death is everywhere
The smell of blood
lingers on in the air
The soil is soaked in red
From carnage comes rebirth
The armies of the the dead
March across the earth
Bloody carcassses left to rot
Skeletons on the the ground
Victims of the undead
Carnage all around
Men, women, and children
Tear each other apart
Joining with the dead
Infected followers
Begin to march
Hordes of the living dead
Are feasting on the corpses
Horrifying death
Vicitms are left a mangled mess
Your flesh and sinew is stripped
From your bones
Terrified you scream
While putrid zombies moan
Now you long for flesh and blood
Your mind an empty hole
Your eyes will fill with cataracts
Hunger without a soul
The living dead are marching
You cower from their wrath
Your zombified remains arise
Now as one of them
11. No Life King
12. Joan Crawford (Blue Öyster Cult Cover)
Junkies down in brooklyn are going crazy
Theyre laughing just like hungry dogs in the street
Policemen are hiding behind the skirts of little girls
Their eyes have turned the color of frozen meat
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Catholic school girls have thrown away their mascara
They chain themselves to the axles of big mac trucks
The sky is filled with herds of shivering angels
The fat lady laughs, gentlemen, start your trucks
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Christina
Mothers home
Christina
Come to mother
Christina
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Joan crawford has risen from the grave
Joan crawford has risen
13. End
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