Day of Cadavers

Cannibals drink in ecstasy
Raptures are made of their own descent
As they greet the funeral and bless
Something of the deuces from within
Putrid carnage corpses
Annihilation of the flesh
Lifeless bodies bleeding from the guts
Reeking of decay and pus
Day of cadavers
Dawn of the dead
Less corrupted
The day of the dead
Massacre, you face defeat
Your death march, my victory
Your dead fellows in afterlife
They are served in paradise
Eagles and sheep
Raised to their own death dream
Bleeding holes are oozing out their pus
Torn out innards cast aside
Day of cadavers
Dawn of the dead
Less corrupted
The day of the dead
Day of cadavers
Cannibals drink in ecstasy
Raptures are made of their own descent
As they greet the funeral and bless
Something of the deuces from within
Putrid carnage corpses
Annihilation of the flesh
Lifeless bodies bleeding from the guts
Reeking of decay and pus
Day of cadavers
Dawn of the dead
Less corrupted
The day of the dead
Day of cadavers
Day of cadavers