Instrumental Only
You've been my golden best friend Now with post-demise at hand Can't go to you for consolation 'Cause we're off limits during this transition This grief
You and me, we're cut from the same cloth It seems to some, we famously get along But you and me are strangers to each other 'Cuz you and me, competitive
Mom and Dad don't look so hot these days They're getting over the hill Death is closing in and catching up As far as I can tell Got a plan of action
Playmate of the mouth
move on - light up the way banner and festival where the wine and plenty flow we'll go - let's make our way because the flame within our hearts telling
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, at the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wisemen of old Now comes true, as the corpses
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh Terror builds, as the thought of being dead Prophecy of the wise men of old Now comes true, as the corpses
Medieval Feast [M: Jevo, Patxa / L: Jevo] Now winter is gone and a new day is born The season of Spring when life is reborn. Time to harvest time
Take away my sunshine You take away my rain I can see it in you eyes There must be a dance floor somewhere You can find a way I can see it in your eye
Night sets, psychos at the round table gather Nicely baked fetus placed, spreading A scent of shrivelled flesh and hot urine Ultimate form of freak cannibalism
In a trailer park with hungry dogs Eat stolen bread With stolen credit cards With half a brain I'd torch this mess Have all these things So I don't ask
My reign beneath the graveyard my kingdom's underground disease of necrophagia child of Ancient Gods. My shape's a living fear my eyes reflecting horror
walk on by pants too tight and hair's too high your mind's made up and you're not alone but all i see a misinformed reality it's time to think 'cause
BEGGARS AT THE FEAST Thenardier Ain't it a laugh? Ain't it a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one'
(Marius and Cosette lead a wedding procession) CHORUS Ring out the bells Upon this day of days! May all the angels Of the Lord above In jubilation
Bon ben j'suis encore passe en dessous d'la table du festin de la vie, pis c'est pas fini. J'ai plus d'problemes d'abri fiscal, j'ai des problemes d'abri
Thirsting, waiting... - I drank a sulphur feast Then, silently...in an instant. Your flesh become me ...and I was forlorn My grave rose to the west...