Текст (слова) песни: Lords Of The New Church - Fresh Flesh
(Bator/James) Chorus Fresh Flesh Just like a prowling beast I eat forbidden feast I love pleasures of the plate I love dining in the moonlight Upon your couch of death I`ll suck away your breath Before you get too cold Don`t like it when you mould I shed my serpent skin My reign of terror begins I stalk among the ruins Join my dining club-I invite you in To drink from an unborn child Coffins have much more style Please fill one to the lid With fresh unbaptised kids
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