The Feast Begins At Dawn – Dead Head

Fear stained in their eyes
Fate of death lost in time
Tomorrow is black and cold

Chorus:
Masturbation
My sensation

Sperm of my dark dreams
Masturbation
Sensation
The bodies will be raped
Mutilation
My sensation
Institute of pain
Mutilation
Sensation
There is no awe for God

Leave the ways that you’ve been thaught
The future can be cruel
Let no-one tell you God is dead
For man is not to say

Chorus

The eyes of evil are starring cold
Her twisted body lies in her blood
Rising torment carneted corpse
Thorns of hatred drive me insane

Stench of young blood
The Feast begins at dawn
Expulsion of Christ
Religion of the Dead

Master of lies this God is weak
Curtain unfolds
The Feast begins at dawn


Lyric The Feast Begins At Dawn – Dead Head