The Dead-Nocturnal Breed

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...＂