Scent Of Flesh - Cursed To Suffer

Inspired by pale skin, torment and death Slowly cold blade sinks deep into chest Bloodstreaked vomit gushes from mouth Body still wriggles as cold hands rip the heart out First victim of the dead Shattered is his head Dead must be fed Blood spills from his throat As his corpse still tries to scream For ending to this misery They are awaken Dead eyes have opened Bloodlusted legion Heralds of darkness Rise from graves Madness released Your last breath When dead feast Insane they are in their decayed brains Cursed to suffer from unholy pain Walking the earth beneath a blackened sky For your flesh and blood are still alive You must die, they want your blood