Luyện nghe bài hát Coffinfeeder

Exhume the casket
graves but not for wealth
Cloaked in moldy rags, hunting
Decrepit from hell

Invade the tombs, search for food
five days before
Ancient body stealers raid
A fresh beyond the door

From the ground rise
Plundering the
the faithful die
It's them not God meet

Consume the rotted and [Incomprehensible] more
Craving maws ooze
Gray skinned coffinfeeders carrion
Eat the old ones

Fiendish ghouls are chewing scraps of
inside the tomb
Roy veiled messengers from
Bring the parish

From the they rise
the grave
When the die
them, not God they meet

Unholy swarming the coffin
Fighting for mouthfuls of
the tombs of the recently buried, to feast

Starvation of aeons sated
Foraging ghouls
Ancient awakened again

by blood, the undead attack
Septic beats the grave
If approach they are devoured too

Fragments of corpses the pack
Fresh entrails they
The coffin is torn
The zombies to consume

From the they rise
the grave
When the die
them, not God they meet