Quel Cimitero Accanto Alla Villa

Please allow me to get dressed I'm man of stench and disgust been in the cellar for a long time Stole many man's bowls and guitars and I was 'round when Robocorpse Had his moment of craziness Made damn sure that he Washed his feet and sealed the tap Sympathy for the Zombie I recall it sounded like that Sympathy for the Zombie please help me remember I stuck around the cemetery When I saw it was time to die Killed the juggler and his skittles I rode a donkey When a rain of peppers raged And the bodies stank I watched with glee While you struggled to keep in fashion up and down the escalators Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name call me Mr. Daisy I shall laugh at your pointless lives Sympathy for the Zombie Sympathy for the Zombie I recall it sounded like that

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

After a hard working day there's a hole to be filled in the backyard at the Daisies. The dog is sleeping by the terrace. There's a shovel leaning against tombstone. It's a family cemetery. Cemetery by the house A safe place to hide pies. Cemetery by the House A safe place to hide human limb collection Cemetery by the house A safe place to hide pies. Cemetery by the House Those without a loaded gun shall dig. Goodbye grandma Daisy. Latest pie of yours had one finger too many and you knew I hate odd numbers. The dog is playing with cigars now. I'm sure he'll appreciate. Cemetery by the House would be a fitting movie title. Goodbye grandma.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

Chicken wings... They can truly be nasty now and then. Chicken wings... Sure you want a bite of them? If you end up on a conversation with a talking sandwich then something's very wrong, but you'll learn a lot from what it says. Night of the Chicken Dead You will be skinned alive Night of the Chicken Dead and your brain will be fried into an omelette. Night of the Chicken Dead You will be skinned alive Night of the Chicken Dead and They'll dip your nose in barbecue sauce. Just don't sit on the toilet bowl then. You might be already infected and lay an egg. Fed on garbage driven like bumper cars Pack up your tranquil lives Throw up your green sludge. Everything has its price, carefully labelled and adorned in large colored ribbons. Night of the Chicken Dead Coming soon to your town, Night of the Chicken Dead American Chicken Bunker.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

Grandma is murdered with the hatchet, her face torn apart by dog, her body chainsawed to pieces. Hallucination or awful truth? Nightmares plaguing our subconscious, we fall to our own savage fantasies. A cat rips through our brains and tears our thoughts apart. A cat rips through our brains and tears our thoughts apart. Made-up or real violence, grand parade of ambiguities. Just embroider it with yet another perverted cliché. A cat rips through our brains and tears our thoughts apart. A cat rips through our brains and tears our thoughts apart. x3 In the Beyond, he shall tread on your - fears and bury you deep in your grave.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

Mountain dwellers of terror Surfers are butchered Blood mountain climbs for the god of popcorn. Makers of snowmen Cut and sculpt the ice pieces of flesh within. Morbid killing Art Blood Everest (x2) Waveriders will die There won't be cries of joy. No one will reach the peak. No one will reach the peak. Mountain dwellers of terror Surfers are butchered Blood mountain climbs for the god of popcorn. Frozen blood-red dead bodies shall hide the truth from us. Frozen blood-red bodies shall hide the truth from us. Makers of snowmen Cut and sculpt the ice pieces of flesh within. Morbid killing Art Blood Everest (x3)

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 23, 2025

All I know is I love to do the laundry. Set the right programme, fill the basket with bodies. I usually fill it with oversized chef ladies, but I couldn't help it this time around. Grandma was so intrusive, I had to kill her. Kept her mouth shut with a smelly sock. Couldn't talk about soap operas. I'm gonna miss her pies. Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled Think again before knocking at my door and telling me about odd numbers. They're all clean They're all clean They're all clean by washing machine. It felt so good to knit a nice scarf from her guts. Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled Over the last week I took the clothes of seven chefs. Now my potatoes will stay underground. They're all clean They're all clean They're all clean by washing machine.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

The demon's twin mask, throbbing with evil power, mocking even death itself. The mask of mr. Daisy. Unearthed from the crypt, seal of an ancient curse. Its claws you can't escape. Elements by darkness unleashed, lurking, ready to strike. Their faces disfigured, victim and executioner as one. Good and evil incarnate. Revenge falls upon your breed. Mask of Mr. Daisy Bolts and puzzles of flesh. Mask of Mr. Daisy Savagery and madness. The Mask of Mr. Daisy (x2)

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 23, 2025

2x The Song with No Name No verses or choruses, beyond any schemes. A song unlike any other, just like Blondie, a cowboy above all clichés. Give all your deeds a name, act so as to stay in the spotlight. A new trend is coming up, be quick to follow suit. The Song With No Name You'd better not make fun of a donkey. Give all your deeds a name, act so as to stay in the spotlight. A new trend is coming up, be quick to follow suit. Just promise to apologize and you might get away with just a few kicks in the teeth with just a few kicks in the teeth This is about long-lost kind of filmmaking, and civilization in its downfall. How can you love what you don't know, and what you don't believe in?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

Haunted vegetable patch A new breed of tomatoes is about to overrun your kitchens. You'll be the ones to be eaten. You'll be the ones to be eaten. Fleeing from restaurants, your legs severed, your arms torn to pieces, before you could even leave a fair tip. You'll be the ones to be eaten. (x2) Voracious Tomatoes, a tasteful death indeed. Voracious Tomatoes, with just a handful of salt. Sentient tomatoes are planning the ultimate blowout. Leave no dish unseasoned. Evil concealed in a mad experiment. Mankind shall be overwhelmed, and blood will be as bright red as a well-done sauce.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

One day the Grim Reaper will knock at your door with his cursed scythe. He will then enlighten us on his coming. He will reveal he has come for you and of an adversary beyond your imagination: that overdue salmon mousse. The Meaning of Death (x2) No point in hiding behind a shrubbery. It would blow up to something different. The Meaning of Death (x2) Answer to the ultimate question shall be revealed: "people are not wearing enough hats". "people are not wearing enough hats". The Meaning of Death (x2)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025