Songtext von Widows Mite

Midnight at the Cemetary the Ghouls of Gore are back Obnoxious and Corpsegrinder look for some preys tonight They tear apart the gravestone Unearthing without care Reopening your coffin They think you are really dead Desecrate... Steal the corpses from their graves Digging up the interred We are the raptors of the dead Taken from the cemetary to their hideous Morgue Sinister body snatchers Merchants of rot Exhumed to be dissected a few hours after death Prematurely buried body In cataleptic state Desecrate... Steal the corpses from their graves Digging up the interred We are the raptors of the dead Moonlight shines in your livid skin Resting in apparent morbidity There's life behind that unanimated eyes Sometimes Cadaverous condition lies A Cataleptic rapture, forensic mistake Buried without death certicate