
Lust For Flesh
Vindicator (GBR)
Outbreak (EP) • 2009
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Lyrics
The black of night, the city deserted
The empty streets which will soon be your grave
Demonic plague of unholy creatures
A deadly virus turned them into it's slave
They shamble on, their corpses decaying
Insatiable in their hunger for brains
They have no soul, they have no thought
Only a thirst for the blood in your veins
Tonight the dead shall rise once again
Feasting on the flesh of mortal men
Relentless, the evil creatures march on
Defences crumble as they spread the disease
A single drop of blood, contagious living hell
You watch society fall to it's knees
A new world war, satanic bio-weapon
Condemning mankind to a merciless fate
You lust for flesh, the hunger burning deep
You know that all you can do is wait
Tonight the dead shall rise once again
Feasting on the flesh of mortal men
The black of night, the city deserted
The empty streets become your premature grave
Joining the horde, as an unholy creature
A deadly virus turns you into it's slave
You shamble on, your corpse now decaying
Insatiable in your hunger for brains
You have no soul, you have no thought
Only a thirst for the blood in their veins
Tonight the dead shall rise once again
Feasting on the flesh of mortal men
The empty streets which will soon be your grave
Demonic plague of unholy creatures
A deadly virus turned them into it's slave
They shamble on, their corpses decaying
Insatiable in their hunger for brains
They have no soul, they have no thought
Only a thirst for the blood in your veins
Tonight the dead shall rise once again
Feasting on the flesh of mortal men
Relentless, the evil creatures march on
Defences crumble as they spread the disease
A single drop of blood, contagious living hell
You watch society fall to it's knees
A new world war, satanic bio-weapon
Condemning mankind to a merciless fate
You lust for flesh, the hunger burning deep
You know that all you can do is wait
Tonight the dead shall rise once again
Feasting on the flesh of mortal men
The black of night, the city deserted
The empty streets become your premature grave
Joining the horde, as an unholy creature
A deadly virus turns you into it's slave
You shamble on, your corpse now decaying
Insatiable in your hunger for brains
You have no soul, you have no thought
Only a thirst for the blood in their veins
Tonight the dead shall rise once again
Feasting on the flesh of mortal men
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