Gathering by the derelict warehouse
The drunken mob begin to shuffle in
They search for their spots among the foldout chairs
Guided by the flickering light above the ring
Shackled and collared concession ghouls
Wander aimlessly between the restless crowd
Following their shouts and their demands
They hand out free wet hotdogs, Bristol boards and warm beer
Feasting
Guzzling
Awaiting
It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation
And then booming out from the PA
The announcer calls out the undead wrestlers
Billing stats above and beyond reasonableness
The crowd stand and start to shout in delight
As the lights go dim the entrance music blares
Each bursting from the darkness lighted by the pyrotechnics
Clad in tassels, wrestling boots and gimmicked leotards
The rotting bodies dash into the squared circle
Yelling
Cheering
Calling
It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation
Screaming
Chanting
Booing
It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation
They stumble toward the center of the ring
And size each other’s rotting body up
Cries of pain and struggle ensue
As broken fingers entwine in tests of strength
The carrion guest ref rings the rusty bell
The jeering crowd watch in restless wild awe
As the zombie wrestlers begin to sell
Lariats, figure four leglocks and flying closelines
Moaning
Wailing
Shambling
It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation
Bleeding
Amputating
Decomposing
It’s the Undead Wrestling Federation
Who doesn't know about Rogga and his phenomenal output of swedeath? It has to be acknowledged that he doesn't put out any bad songs and is capable to hold up the tension. Not only that, je eben manages to increase the intensity of his works. mourner
Love those samples and the mood they set for Savage Blood Domain. Raw, filthy and very befitting for Tumulation's extremely heavy brand of death/doom. mourner