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ZOMBIFIED PREACHERS OF GORE LYRICS
"Demo 1991" (1991 Demo)
1. Rancid Ones
2. Cremated Alive
3. Gutfuck
4. Blood Dreams
1. Rancid Ones
Come to us faceless queen of all unheard
Bring us pain of those torn from their souls
Lay hung and bleeding from a thousand fatal wounds
Make us tolerant of sights and of the cold
(chorus)
Ten lords... drew around
Faceless lords... of the abyss
Fixed her... with the eyes of death
She dies... in the deep red mist
Blinded by darkness, a gaping hole in the sky
The stench of generations of horrid lives
Human flesh like jewels wrapped around her neck
Join us mistress of the gods possess our minds
(chorus)
Sixty demons tearing her limbs from her sides
A foul wind fills my lungs deep inside
Something more as I understand
We're joined with the rancid ones
2. Cremated Alive
Called upon to the incinerator
I'm not ready to die
Feeling heat from the open flames
I'm still quite alive
No... don't put me in
I'm not a corpse
I must live
My soul is torn
In the crate I hear men speak
I start to sweat as they move me
On the table next to the flames
I will never breathe again
Boils on my feet start to burn
I know that next is my turn
The pain I endured wasn't bad
Now I'm dead many are glad
My death was fine it was real
What is next? Cremated alive
3. Gutfuck
A stomach is good for digesting food
But it can be fun although it's crude
Pick up a whore walking late
Will this be her last date?
It's fun
It's wet
I have no regrets
It's warm
It's red
This fucking whore is dead
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
It's fun
It's wet
I have no regrets
It's warm
It's red
This fucking whore is dead
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
Gutfuck
4. Blood Dreams
People are dying because I dream
Visions of slaughter as I sleep
Gory situationsthe mutilated shriek
I wake up dizzy, nauseous and weak
(chorus)
Corridors of blood
Cries of the dead
A nightmare I must hide
Nocturnal homicide
Your death was never intended
Your life is over because my dream ended
Trapped behind a wall of blood
Down the hall a crimson flood
Blood dreams
Blood dreams
(chorus)
People are dying because I dream
Visions of slaughter as I sleep
Gory situationas the mutilated shriek
I wake up dizzy, nauseous and weak
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