Slaughter Fod Lyrics

Fod Lyrics

Deep in the coffin,death prevails 

slowly awaiting rotting entrails 

naked cadaver,ready to mount 

open the mouth,go down for the count 

White and clammy,cold as ice 

f*** of death,will suffice 

bury my face in her stench of death 

kissing those lips without any breath 

Drain the blood from the neck 

into the macabre,nightly trek 

howl of the witch,flight of the bat 

sreaming from hell like a siamese cat