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As a follow up to Brains are a Dish Best Served Warm, this is another "demo." I'll have to mix it again at some point, but whatever. This one is especially for Daugrin-my new #1 fan (you are aren't you?) :)
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Lyrics
The surge of power is transfered to those from the grave
The death march begins- you start to rue the day
Your mind and soul- to be posessed by the decayed
The hands of plague are upon you
They will envelope and devour you
Demonic moans cause you to watch over your shoulder
Horrific hoards come for destruction
And annihilation of the human race
Tearing out viscera from another victim
You catch their eye- and it's time to die
They hunger for flesh and take a hold
From the depths of hell, they change their spot with you
The death march begins- you start to rue the day
Your mind and soul- to be posessed by the decayed
The hands of plague are upon you
They will envelope and devour you
Demonic moans cause you to watch over your shoulder
Horrific hoards come for destruction
And annihilation of the human race
Tearing out viscera from another victim
You catch their eye- and it's time to die
They hunger for flesh and take a hold
From the depths of hell, they change their spot with you
Daugrin
I think I hurt myself banging my head... The composition is solid again. Slowing down, and then Mumbles appears... right on time...he has a prop. (I read the script).
The manic riff not as menacing as you might imagine...Of course Jay is right, I am his #1 fan! And I will defend to the death his right to make as much angry noise as he wants! You will listen NOW!
Daug