Creatures from the Grave - Abysmal Grief

The time has come

Some shapes loom up in the Darkness

The graveyard rises again…

The dirges of the wolves resound so

Sinister

A mystic fog awakes the Dead

The stillness of the tombstones

Is broken by a breath

The night of the resurrected Dead

Oh no, no, don’t try to escape your

Ruthless Fate

They are the obscure silent grim

Creatures from the Grave

I hear They’re coming to get you

Blind eyes that point at you!

They’re rising to get you

Look out, 'cause They’ll come very

Soon…

The moon is quickly faded

The earth now smells of Death

The tombstones move, grim creatures live

Again…

I hear They’re coming to get you

Blind eyes that point at you!

They’re rising to get you

Look out, 'cause They’ll come very

Soon…

Oh no, no, don’t try to escape your

Ruthless Fate

They are the obscure silent grim

Creatures from the Grave