Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen of old Now comes true, as the corpses
Mephisto: Everyone is here The feast can soon begin Vanity we celebrate My favourite of sins Ariel: Chandeliers so grand That heaven sees the shine
You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief
You and me, we're cut from the same cloth It seems to some, we famously get along But you and me are strangers to each other 'Cuz you and me, competitive
Playmate of the mouth
start here - let's make our way and the mess the fools have made won't stop us in our way the feast of blaze la-la the feast of blaze la-la let's go
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, as the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wise men of old Now comes true, as the corpses
skulls cadavers feel the pairs of death Now eat until you're full... Starvation Skulls our food We live on Feasting on skulls! Feasting!! Feasting on
society To drink of their blood and feast upon their flesh Time to break 'cause you'll never take this Lots of stiffs and blood, what a sickening mess Feasting
Medieval Feast [M: Jevo, Patxa / L: Jevo] Now winter is gone and a new day is born The season of Spring when life is reborn. Time to harvest time
say, "Um um, yeah" You will be my feast Something sweet to eat I can't wait to get to you Ain't no telling what I'll do You will be my feast Something
haze is broken The banished ones are gone for good Gone for good Now there must be a wedding, wedding Now there must be a feast A feast, a feast, a
Night sets, psychos at the round table gather Nicely baked fetus placed, spreading A scent of shrivelled flesh and hot urine Ultimate form of freak cannibalism
flame And our dead heroes and warriors Were all swept to Asgard Were swept away to Asgard For an eternity of feasting and brawling
't ask for more Never sure it's about to happen Wait for sweepstakes in the mail What you don't know it will rip you open Feast or famine Feast or famine
creep. Chorus: Let's all gather under the moonlight prepare our feast this unholy night come my brothers follow my signs this is the feast of ghouls.
walk on by pants too tight and hair's too high your mind's made up and you're not alone but all i see a misinformed reality it's time to think 'cause