Dead things are what we adore, Gut chomping fiends that get snockered on gore In boneyards we prefer to dine A baby, our dinner; black blood is our wine Breaking open caskets to grab a bite to eat...
Dead things are what we adore, Gut chomping fiends that get snockered on gore In boneyards we prefer to dine A baby, our dinner; black blood is our wine Breaking open caskets to grab a bite to eat...