Cannibal Songtext
von Blood Feast

You face the horde of death
The storm begins
The balls, the balls just like that
You face the horde of scythe
The white light appears
To be you, the murderer
The balls just like that
The balls are long
The trinkets overgrown
Your thoughts are clean
Your guts are all scarred
Stiffened, the trinkets are soft


You can′t see
Your fall is the sad
You struggle for life
But you are dead
You choose not to run
They're right on your heels
Your life′s almost over
And that is the deal

The trinkets are coming for you
They will hunt you down
Trinkets will hold over your cell
Making a grunting sound

The trinkets are coming
Feeling the grunting air
With the smell so disgusting
The odor can't seem real
The smell is like a meal
The bodies stink with stench of gore
A grunting sound is heard
People are coming running
The eyes, the eyes are in terror
A grunting sound is heard
It seems you're going to die
You taste the demon′s fear


You can′t see
Your fall is the sad
You struggle for life
But you are dead
You choose not to run
They're right on your heels
Your life′s almost over
And that is the deal

The trinkets are coming for you
They will hunt you down
Trinkets will hold over your cell
Making a grunting sound

The trinkets are pressing on you
There is no escape
All they want to do is chew
The life of their prey

The last thing you know
The company is strong
The fear too much to face
They lay you to the ground
And surround your soul
With their knives and stakes
The trinkets are strange
Trinkets will do anything
With hungered evil eyes
The trinkets are crossing
Trinkets are digging in
And you will die

You can't see
Your fall is the sad
You struggle for life
But you are dead
You choose not to run
They′re right on your heels
Your life's almost over
And that is the deal

The trinkets are coming for you
They will hunt you down
Trinkets will hold over your cell
Making a grunting sound

The trinkets are pressing on you
There is no escape
All they want to do is chew
The life of their prey