Midians Fear - Cooking in the dead of night
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 14 ต.ค. 2024
- Lyrics
Whispers of thyme and forbidden rue
Every dish with a monstrous view
He dreams of Michelin stars in dead eyes
In a kitchen where the garlic never dies
With haunted recipes and ghostly pies
It’s his culinary demise
Cooking in the dead of night
With a touch that's bound to fright
A dash of chaos in every bite
Zombie chef, a dreadful sight
“In this kitchen of doom and decay
Where the pots clatter and spirits sway
Spices from the tombs of old
Banishes, curses, tales untold
Every flavor runs icy cold
Yet diners scream, tales retold
Cooking in the dead of night
With a touch that's bound to fright
In the deep fryer’s eerie glow
He mixes flavors that spellbind and grow
But when the guests take their seat, they don't know
A zombie chef runs the show
Oh, the mayhem when they finally see
A chef who's dead, yet filled with glee
Cooking in the dead of night
With a touch that's bound to fright
A dash of chaos in every bite
Zombie chef, a dreadful sight
Patrons shudder, and some flee
Yet he's master of this eerie symphony
With laughter that's haunting (oh, so taunting)
He stirs a cauldron of pure dread
Eyes that glow, a spectral thread
It’s a feast where fear is fed
Forks and knives begin to dance
In this kitchen's macabre trance
With silver spoons and haunted chefs
He cooks with love in every depth
A culinary curse that hews deft
In this place where shadows are left
When the lights flicker, and the whispers begin
Diners shiver as the chaos sets in
Ladles clatter, as ghostly winds blow
With cranial carvings in dough
In this bony bistro, delights flow
Hungry souls gather just for show
He’s kneading crusts of ancient lore
A phantom pastry, a spectral core
[Male Vocalist]
In aprons stained with grime and past
He carves out dishes meant to last
Glowing eyes with a twisted jest
He's the undead chef, the very best
But when those patrons take a bite
They scream in horror, flee in fright