Can you hear the thunder pound as long dead, rising from the ground to regain life again Patiently they waited, with dirt filled skulls that drive their thoughts insane to kill Can you feel the sorrow swell from decades, buried underneath they hear our feet above Dwelling on their deaths, they envy life above and now they rise to take it back again.
Overshadowed lightning caress the dead Corpse appears still hung in his noose Manifesting screams that tell pure horror Unholy footsteps singe the roots
Chronic waves, demon slaves, resurrecting from the graves Hunting down the priest in time to make him burn the cross away Blackened time, ancient rhyme, conjuring the horror spawn Running for the chapel door but even though it’s much too late
Stalking prey, menacing, hiding several rows away Dragging out the priest, the chapel burning in a reddish flame One in grey, hung today, sudden evil reckoning Dangling the feet, they couldn’t wait to kick the chair away
Joining with the living drinking from veins, dying from their thirst they feed on death’s distain Piercing through the hated, their rotting teeth are sharpened on the bones below Suddenly they stand lead by their dirt filled skulls Staring through the eyes possessed in early grey
The dead they gather and hunt down their game, forced out their eyes possessed in early grey Internal organs bleeding from the stump, they vomit your head
Held from view their prolonged children’s fate, now exposed their life lies in the cold, stiff undead hands Yes I know what lies beyond these walls, decapitated gore and odors strongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
