Maggots eating rotten flesh Chomping through a fucking mess Eyes white and glazed Bodies rise from their graves Skin falling to the ground In a decomposing mound Their organs building up with pus They're decaying in front of us Zombies from the grave Be the eternal slave Zombies from the grave Death is what they crave
As the dead still rise Satiscation of human demise They want to take the world And turn it into our hell Their power is a plague Killing for their domain Our death is what awaits Our life goes on, but insane
Death shall rise For our demise Rotting stench Our punishment
Now the time has come To see what the dead's become Demons from our past Making our cities tombs Quickly their plague has spread Leaving everybody dead, The living hide away While the dead leave decay
Death shall rise For our demise Rotting stench Our punishment
Zombies from the grave Be the eternal slave Zombies from the grave Death is what they craveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
