Yur Dead (Cover)
witchbeat hyperfunkcore, perfect haunted melody, dark oboe orchestra, perfect undead groan SFX + foley, syncopated creepy beat
Yur Dead (Cover)
witchbeat hyperfunkcore, perfect haunted melody, dark oboe orchestra, perfect undead groan SFX + foley, syncopated creepy beat
Lyrics
© Copyright 2025 AineOmniOs & Azurwarden & Cloacina & LemonRain & Potoo-phonic Peacock Pop & PuffinsAreCoolToo & YandereAosh
Cook by:
AineOmniOS
Azurwarden
Cloacina
LemonRain
Potoo-phonic Peacock Pop
PuffinsAreCoolToo
Yandere Aosh
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We got that Hudu Juju coming at you,
With a little bit of dust and a whole lot of trust,
We'll get your lover back in the action,
Stiffer than Rigor Mortis, bury it in,
Lets go!
banjo solo build
[opera voice] On that fateful night...
hurdy gurdy joins the band
They shambled from the ground, with reaching hands, they go for the brain but choose your heart instead
stomp — drag — hum the war
mud in his mouth, breath of rot
eye falls — sways — hits the floor
he laughs — he yodels — forgets it's lost
steel on shoulder, bone on beat
one step left, then three too deep
no death, no rest, just one decree—
rise again for the jamboree
Chorus
"Ohhhh-aho huu ahooo
jamboreeeee"
"Jamboreeee-aaaaaah
Jambo.. Jambo.. Jamboreeeeeeeeh"
uh...my hand just dropped
down the barren land
Just a little dust, and just a short little chant
and I hoped
that they'd be my zombie boo, babe, maybe
[spoken] scratching and clawing, they rise from the ground
Chorus
"But why is my lover become undead one?
Why does it seem like death has won?
[Spoken sad] Why do my eyes he flapping around...
Just for a little eternal fun"
A wilted hand grabs my ankle
It's dangerous, beyond mere rankle
Is that you, my dear Frankel
Dramatic breakdown
(Be-di ta-di)
But this damn summer heat got my poor poor draugr starting to look like freddy Krueger
Eee.....e...e..eeee....
grwl grwl groa
The scent of decay lingers in the air
But when you are dead, what do you care.
You smell like rotten fish now,
guess that's your special flair
“Uuuhh... Luhhh... Luh-vrr—”
scratches head
“You... you my... you... grrrh... fing-... fingerrrs? No—”
“R-rose... no... toes? Toes! Yes! No! Wait...”
rips paper
“I wuv—no, luuhh—uhh... stars in your... what was it?”
“...facebone. Yeah. Pretty facebone.”
“Heaaaart... bea—bree... bread?”
“You smell like... like... love. Or... feet?”
sobs violently
“Why’s brain go away when think you...?”
Epic Chorus
"But why is my lover become undead one?
Why does it seem like death has won?"
spoken chant
klaatu barada nikto
WHY!!! Why Oh Why...
Why did this happened to us (WHY!!!)
Can't you see i'm broken...
WHY!!! (WHY!!!)...
whyyy...
Instrumental Build
"I hold your... uh... hand? No, foot? Wha—"
pauses, staring
"Whassat... whisker? Fluffy... THIEF!"
cat meows innocently
"NOT NOW, FLUFF!"
rises with unholy creak
"TRYNA—WRITE—ART!"
"YOU RUIN—EVERY—"
screams mid-stomp:
"JAMBOREEEEE!!"
cat dodges effortlessly
zombie falls into swamp
"...wuv... you?"
[splashing SFX] (glop)
softly spoken
She rose from the grave with a wink and a grin,
Still wearing the dress they buried her in.
(who dares to ping me)
whatever
Uhh... place is... squishy.
Trees all... bendy-like... sad? Maybe mad... like grandma elbows.
Fog taste... chunky... bones in soup... no spoon. Banjo go plink then... dead.
Nanny vocals choir
uuuuuu...uuuuuuuuu.uuuuuuu
Fade Out
Epic Chorus
"But why is my lover become undead one?
"Why does it seem like death has won?"
avant-garde spoken creepy chant
("klaatu... barada... nikto!")
WHY!!! Why Oh Why...
Why did this happened to us (WHY!!!)
Can't you see i'm broken...
WHY!!! (WHY!!!)...
whyyy...
Instrumental Build
"I hold your... uh... hand? No, foot? Wha—"
pauses, staring
"Whassat... whisker? Fluffy... THIEF!"
[SFX]cat meows innocently
"NOT NOW, FLUFF!"
rises with unholy creak
"TRYNA—WRITE—ART!"
"YOU RUIN—EVERY—"
screams mid-stomp:
"JAMBOREEEEE!!"
cat dodges effortlessly
zombie falls into swamp
"...wuv... you?"
[splashing SFX] (glop)
softly spoken
She rose from the grave with a wink and a grin,
Still wearing the dress they buried her in.
(who dares to ping me)
whatever
Uhh... place is... squishy.
Trees all... bendy-like... sad? Maybe mad... like grandma elbows.
Fog taste... chunky... bones in soup... no spoon. Banjo go plink then... dead.
Nanny vocals choir
uuuuuu...uuuuuuuuu.uuuuuuu
Fade Out