In the Grasp of the Starving Dead Lyrics

Hands of death pulling you down
Into a hole deep in the ground
You'll become food for the beast
Many in numbers no release
Your blood is spread all around
You can see your insides ripped out
You became food for the starving
Unnecessary death's landscapes carving

Deep in the ground
Can be found
Graves of hundred
Hundreds eaten alive

Tools of death, no one's left
To tell the tale why they came
For certain death, out of bread
Came to work, only few survived
In this horrible sight
Men died

Tomb of the starving dead
In the grasp of the starving dead

Hands of death pulling you down
Into a hole deep in the ground
You'll become food for the beast
Many in numbers no release

Deep in the ground
Can be found
Graves of hundred
Hundreds eaten alive

Tomb of the starving dead
In the grasp of the starving dead