| Song | Cannabalistic Fiends |
| Artist | Mortician |
| Album | Darkest Day of Horror |
| Years have passed, demented rage | |
| Lust for death, taste for flesh | |
| Luring victims to the farm | |
| Promise of help, you meet death | |
| Electric drill splits your skull | |
| Hot poker in your guts | |
| Pitchfork rams in your throat | |
| Blood spraying, night of gore | |
| Deranged from blood, need more victims | |
| Fresh corpses to dine and gorge | |
| Insanity, sick family | |
| Killing as one, the flesh hunger | |
| No one can escape them | |
| Cannibals eat your flesh |