The Dead

Dig up your bones
 Bring us your heads and your young
 Cruel truth crawling
 On the fields of burning homes
 Rise into rottendom
 Through piles of gut and blood
 'Come Hellstorms and tornadoes
 Cure this world right to the ... Bone
 They walk this earth like a fever
 'Come plague and fire to your towns
 The dead - zombie supreme
 In harrowing waves
 The call towards the abattoirs
 Be silent now... Be dead they call
 Bring out the beasts
 Bring out the butchers from the dark
 Bring them to the slaughter-pens
 Open wide and let them in
 The dead - zombie supreme
 Inescapable doom
 Lavished onto earth in hideous details
 You will rot in the streets
 You will rot in your beds
 As acid storms
 Leaves monuments of flesh
 Rise necrophilia
 Through rictus howls of death
 Force-fed limbs from mass-graves
 'Come cleanse this world of flesh
 "And the rivers ran black with corpses..."