Grotesque Mutations Songtext
von Public Grave

Purulent, pustular, zombie-fiends
Tumorous, rotting and undead flesh
Grotesque mutations, undead gleaming
Undead famine is on its way

Zombies are in, they are bloody supreme
Zombies hunting, we hear your bloody screams

Death, rot, killing machines, feast on human flesh
Death, rot, killing machines, feast on human flesh

Death is who we are! Lets eat
Death is who we are! You′re screaming
Death is who we are! Lets eat
Death is who we are! Brains are to feast


Undead, feast on thy flesh
Undead, Zombies are grotesque

Dismembered, choked to death, mans army
Defeated, collapse of mans species
Grotesque mutations, new world order
Undead famine is everywhere!

Zombies are in, they are bloody supreme
Zombies hunting, we hear your bloody screams

Death, rot, killing machines, feast on human flesh
Death, rot, killing machines, feast on human flesh

Death is who we are! Lets eat
Death is who we are! You're screaming
Death is who we are! Lets eat
Death is who we are! Brains are to feast