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Text skladby From A Dark Grave Right Unto Your Table


z alba FROM A DARK GRAVE...

Night, a shovel and me
I noislessly enter the cemetery
Slowly prowl to the darkest graves
Graves I quickly excavate and take what I can
Piece of meat I snap off, and throw into my bag
Stealthily I fade in the cemetery darkness
Yet I'm the wanted for a huge reward
Nobody nor my family guesses it's me
Me, just a cook in a porterhouse

Death and you
From the grave unearthed
And brought right unto the tables
Your death and me
With it I love to trifle
Graves I excavate
And add to the best meals

Graves I excavate, it is my passion
I adore those rotten bodies full of maggots
I have tasted them not once
And I've never regreted it
Graves I excavate, it is my pleasure
I adore that stench, coming right from under the ground
I always get brutally tired of it
And I look forward to some cooking

Death and you
From the grave unearthed
And brought right unto the tables
Your death and me
With it I love to trifle
Graves I excavate
And add to the best meals