كلمات Released From The Catacombs

Evil is upon us, death is in the air Lightning of blood strikes, falls to the ground Ruled by the darklord, dead walk again Spread the infection, evil and mindless Dead and forgotten, the rotten arise Released from the catacombs to the horrible unlife Hunger for warm flesh their only desire To feed off the living, consume mortal life Grotesque and gruesome, the stench overwhelming Skin splits, unleashing clouds of flies Followed by vermin, the foulest of creatures Pick the bones of the afterlife Embrace the stagnant sickness and disease Unholy unlife the rotten must now feed