Bitter Loss - The Undertaker | Текст песни

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• Bitter Loss
• The Undertaker

Terrific smell of putrid meat
thats food he does deserve
a rotting body's what he need(s)
his strength will be conserved

The coffin baits
the deranged sinner
he can't await
his midnight dinner

Lid open wide he tears the shroud
starts ripping morbid meat
stuffs all viscera in his mouth
to satisfy his greed

Best food can be found ... six feet underground
Best food can be found ... six feet underground ... go!

The Undertaker, the Undertaker, the Undertaker, the Undertaker