Thrash of the undead (Brain Damage - Ep version)

Baptized in formaldehyde the graves exhale tonight Rotting hands clutch battle-jackets dragged into the fight No crypt left sacred no tomb left sealed The undead circle pits to hymns of rusted steel THRASH OF THE UNDEAD THRASH OF THE UNDEAD SPEED IS THE! SICKNESS WE PLAY DEAD Tape traders whisper in catacomb glow Demos scratched with coffin nails frequencies from below The vaults won’t hold us the master’s decayed A thousand bootlegs screaming “WHO DO THE DEAD OBEY ?" SIX SIX SIX MEGA HERTZ BURN THE MASTER REELS Satan’s drill press cranks Necks snaps in the pit Maggots writhe in cassette decks TAPES HISSSSSS Dawn breaks on empty stalls bloodstains on the stage No survivors left to mourn just the hiss of a dying tape The flies spell Venom in the empty glass and rot Last riff frozen in the undead’s jaws THRASH OF THE UNDEAD THRASH OF THE UNDEAD SPEED IS THE SICKNESS WE PLAY DEAD No more encores the cables are dust Echoes of Tormentor in the amp’s black rust. When the needle lifts, the dead will rise To feast on hell and await in disguise THRASH OF THE UNDEAD THRASH OF THE UNDEAD SPEED IS THE SICKNESS WE PLAY DEAD The tape... won’t... STOP