Corpses Rising Dead legions ambling over distant hills Rusted guns firing nowhere In the distance a village Unknowing Millions of bullets and grenades Change this state of mind As wealth and health deteriorate Corpses Rising Breathing yet dead Corpses Rising Breathing yet dead As the dead decay And the dead yet breathing march on Their masters laugh and drink Obsessing over the spoils of victory, Hiding behind pretensions and stimulating their phallus Of morality While the village rots endlessly New Corpses This Time Dead New Corpses This Time Dead A pointless war of control and plunder A war of weak willed followers Led by their masters Manipulator and corpse soldier In slave-like tandem No survivors of their greed or pride to warn That the corpse legions are approaching Spilling oceans of blood Corpse Legions Spilling your blood Corpse Legions Spilling your bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
