Cannibal Corpse - Coffinfeeder lyrics
[Cannibal Corpse - Coffinfeeder lyrics]
Exhume the rotted casket robbing graves
But not for wealth cloaked in moldy rags
Hunting dead decrepit things from hell
Invade the sacred tombs search for food
Embalmed five days before
Ancient body stealers raid again
A fresh corpse beyond the door
From the ground they rise
Plundering the grave when the faithful die
Its them, not God they meet
Consume the rotted body and want more
Craving maws ooze blood
Gray skinned coffinfeeders seeking carrion
Eat the old ones last
Fiendish ghouls are chewing scraps of meat
Found inside the tomb
Corpse filled messengers
From beyond, bring the parish doom
From the ground they rise
Plundering the grave when the faithful die
Its them, not God they meet
Unholy creatures swarming the coffin
Fighting for mouthfuls of flesh
Invading the tombs of the recently buried
To feast starvation of aeons sated tonight
Foraging ghouls consume
Ancient hunger awakened again
Strengthened by blood the undead attack
Septic beats from the grave
If living approach they are devoured too
Fragments of corpses nourish the pack
Fresh entrails they crave
The coffin is torn open
The zombies start to consume
From the ground they rise
Plundering the grave when the faithful die
Its them, not God they meet
But not for wealth cloaked in moldy rags
Hunting dead decrepit things from hell
Invade the sacred tombs search for food
Embalmed five days before
Ancient body stealers raid again
A fresh corpse beyond the door
From the ground they rise
Plundering the grave when the faithful die
Its them, not God they meet
Consume the rotted body and want more
Craving maws ooze blood
Gray skinned coffinfeeders seeking carrion
Eat the old ones last
Fiendish ghouls are chewing scraps of meat
Found inside the tomb
Corpse filled messengers
From beyond, bring the parish doom
From the ground they rise
Plundering the grave when the faithful die
Its them, not God they meet
Unholy creatures swarming the coffin
Fighting for mouthfuls of flesh
Invading the tombs of the recently buried
To feast starvation of aeons sated tonight
Foraging ghouls consume
Ancient hunger awakened again
Strengthened by blood the undead attack
Septic beats from the grave
If living approach they are devoured too
Fragments of corpses nourish the pack
Fresh entrails they crave
The coffin is torn open
The zombies start to consume
From the ground they rise
Plundering the grave when the faithful die
Its them, not God they meet