S.O.D. LYRICS

1. Seasoning the Obese

Licking my chops
As the terror unfolds
Savor the bitter sweet flavor of death
Searing your flesh
Now your pain is fen fold
Soon you will be just a (memorable breathe)

The apple of my eye
Is an apple in your mouth
The king and I will feast
As we season the obese

Tender thoughts that I once had of us holding hands
Now become my tender morsel (dressed in pecans)
You are here to fill me up and satisfy my palate
There is nothing better than human with a salad

The apple of my eye
Is an apple in your mouth
The king and I will feast
As we season the obese

Marinate your configuration
Coming to a boil
Skin begins to sloth
As you fry in Wesson oil
Do you wanna fry?

Licking my chops
As the terror unfolds
Savor the bitter sweet flavor of death
Searing your flesh
Now your pain is fen fold
Soon you will be just a (memorable breathe)

The apple of my eye
Is an apple in your mouth
The king and I will feast
As we season the obese

The apple of my eye
Is an apple in your mouth
The king and I will feast
As we season

2. Raise Your Sword

Viking warriors are we
Born in the U.S. of A.
Born to be the [?]
Born to fight and play on 10
Never sailed a Viking ship
Never seen the Icelandic tip
Never sealed the [?] fate
But how long is the [?]

Raise your sword!
Raise your sword!

Viking dreams, we're men of war!
Born to live forever more
Fighting battles in our mind
Knowing we're kings and [?]
Hack and kill and kill some more
Kill and hack, then hack and kill
Blondie Brothers [?] in sight
I gotta go, I'll miss my flight!

Raise your sword!
Raise your sword!

Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Fight!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!

Raise your swords!
Raise your swords!
Raise your swords!
Raise your swords!
Raise your swords!
Raise your swords!
Raise your swords!







S.O.D. LYRICS