LichLord - Human Flesh Bioterror | Текст песни

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• Human Flesh Bioterror

Stitched together from the chewed,
Fused together from the crushed.
Injected with hormones,
Human flesh bloodlust.
Form uneven, pulsating veins,
Bulging sacks, necrosis reigns.
Diet of meat, temper is red,
Craving for more, the soulless dead.

Human Flesh Bioterror.
Insanity death bearer.
Developed from our fallen.
A rotting crazed problem.

Feed me, Release me.
Give me your souls,
For I shall escape,
And reap all of you.

Pulled from the bench, stitches hold me,
For I rampage, an aura which bleeds.
I feast on their flesh, blessed by their blood,
It runs down my form, nothing more than useless mud.
I break down their doors, escape through the lair,
Surgeons and scientists cut down in their despair.
Free from their needles I tear their forms in two,
To feast on fresh meat, forever consume.

Made as a weapon, perfect, shaking.
Tubes pumping through, limbs, quaking.
The halls are endless, bodies, dying.
Resistance present, corpses, flying.

I can see the guns pointing at my head,
Wretched humans, the stench of dread.
Opening fire at my form,
Disgusting little pests they continue to swarm.
Smash, Grab, Pull, Tear.
Shower them in blood, resistance impaired.
Squirm, shriek, they back into the light
Leaving me free to set the world alight.

Pulled from the bench, stitches hold me,
For I rampage, an aura which bleeds.
I feast on their flesh, blessed by their blood,
It runs down my form, nothing more than useless mud.
I break down their doors, escape through the lair,
Surgeons and scientists cut down in their despair.
Free from their needles I tear their forms in two,
To feast on fresh meat, forever consume.