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Baptizing the Dead
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Metal
Baptizing the Dead은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2004년 10월 23일일에 Rotten Abode Records에서 발매되었습니다.The House That Dead Built
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발매일2004년 10월 23일
라벨Rotten Abode Records
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크레딧

작곡 및 작사
Jason Roberts
Jason Roberts
작사가 겸 작곡가
Tim Call
Tim Call
작사가 겸 작곡가

가사

Below the surface, a den of iniquity
My brain has been boiling with a fiendish scheme
Born of a whore and shunned since birth
An outcasted creature of ill repute
I will raise up the dead to exact my revenge
A ruthless plague of expired flesh
I know what you are thinking, it's been tried before
But I will surpass all attempts of yore
I've tried incantations
The book of the dead
Voodoo spells all and to have no effect
I tried hocus pocus and just having faith
Even Dahmer's drill lobotomy of the brain
But that shit's for suckers as I would soon see
By raiding the cupboard in the lavatory
Unholy condition, a chemical stew
A cauldron of caustics, a goreghastly brew
Slashing blood splashing, sucking the life
Picking you down to the bone
Slitting, chest splitting, slurp human tripe
The seeds for revenge have been sown
Legion of fiends, inspiring dread
Anointing cadavers with prescription meds
Giving salvation to putrefied heads
Baptizing the dead!
Foul potpourri with a puke colored hue
Injecting the corpses, running it through
The stew is now bubbling, burning your eyes
Synthetic revival, the dead I will rise
No eyes of the newt, no bat wings were dried
Just Zoloft, Viagra and Formaldehyde
The latter to scour, Viagra to rise
And anti-depressants to keep zombified
Gnashing and thrashing, your organs are ripe
From their mouth drips an offensive foam
Mutilating, maiming, your shriek terrified
As your viscera is exposed
My troops are all content to wallow in gore
But the dosage lasts only 3 hours... maybe 4
These initial experiments have brought repelling results
But my zombies endurance is what needs improving most
I have spent my short life shrouded in pity and shame
My only desire left is to become mankind's bane
With my army of undead fiends your fucking heads I will claim
Leaving an amorphous, putrefied mass in our pestilent wake
Slashing, blood splashing, sucking the life
Picking you down to the bone
Slitting, chest splitting, slurp human tripe
The seeds of revenge have been sown
Written by: Jason Roberts, Tim Call
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