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…»