Dead Lyrics

Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay In the Grip of Winter Fleshcrawl Torn From the Womb Slaughterday Dead Robbing the Grave Hole in the Head Destined to Fester Bonesaw Dark Crusade Mental Funeral

Charred Remains Dead Destined to Fester Disembowel Gasping for Air In the Grip of Winter Pagan Saviour Ridden With Disease Service for a Vacant Coffin Severed Survival