Angry, Undead Songtext
von The Flaying

Many impostors and freaks
Came to my funeral
To spit on my remains

Bells rang nothing
No one to chant my acts
But ravens and larvas

Feel to should have been vanquished
Left alone in my tomb
Trapped in these useless nimbs

Rage, is left into my eyes
Awaken, rather than dead
My contemplation of the other side
You came to desecrate in the night


Angry, Undead!
Untamed, in fury
Angry, Undead!

I returned the pike in your fine brain
I twist, may you feel the pain

You′re jerk's prostrated face
As I leave the grave
My path, you brutally embraced

Rage, is left into my eyes

Extend your skin long through the ground
And experiment the process
Of becoming compost

Angry, Undead!
Untamed, in fury

Vanish! Vanish! Vanish!
Suffer a dozen pigments
Towards your decrepit mutation


The enthrallment of an abysmal possession
You′ll follow, into the ground...