Trapped deep under the soil Blood, filled with hate, starts to boil Tyranny has led is this way And now the body starts to rot with decay
Enslaver without own will Destined here only to fulfill This deed secretly needed By his own hand for Satan he bleeded
Now, let the sin begin Deep within the darkest domain Of everlasting damnation
From the eternal sea he rises Creating armies on either shore Turning man against this brother ′Til man exists no more
Call in the four corners - create the demonstorm
Sixhundred and sixtysix... The count is correct For it is a dawn of a new day - day of the dead Hellish anguish brought from the crypt of the dead
Call in the four corners - create the demonstorm
Still rotting, inside the coffin Waiting to be released Yet remembering Buried alive, his a zombi Not dead, but not living...
Walking amongst the living, these dark mystic creatures... Now returning back home into the Crypt of the DeadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
