Slaughter - F.O.D. (***** Of Death) Lyrics
Deep in the coffin,death prevailsslowly awaiting rotting entrails***** cadaver,ready to mountopen the mouth,go down for the countWhite and clammy,cold as icef*** of death,will sufficebury my face in her stench of deathkissing those lips without any breathDrain the blood from the neckinto the macabre,nightly trekhowl of the witch,flight of the batsreaming from hell like a siamese cat