From the Ashes - My Own Grave

From the ashes born, a new beginning dawns

Disciples of chaos resurrect and form

From beyond the grave sounds the symphony of war

Smashing through the gates of death with ten fist-wielded scorn

Thought the beast was dead?

Thought the grave would quiet the call?

Pity to your weapons, fable mortal craft!

Left to rot, devoured by unearthly pain

Dead and burned, brought back to life to kill again!

A thousand screams of death greet the rising dawn

From the ashes born!

This is rebirth, adrenaline breathing life through stagnant limbs

Zombie teeth grinding deep, post mortem evolution

Cutting threads of dying faith, of narrow-minded ire

Fire raging in my veins, the lust for blood the thirst for life

The sound of heavy boots against the marble steps

The battering of clenched fists against the pearly gates

Thought the beast was dead?

Thought the grave would quiet the call?

Pity to your weapons, fable mortal craft!

Left to rot, devoured by unearthly pain

Dead and burned, brought back to life to kill again!

A thousand screams of death greet the rising dawn

From the ashes born!