Nearly Departed

How dark was the Night

When they were given new life

On the Eve of our impending Doom?

The buried and forgotten

Molding and rotten

Began to stir in their Tombs.

Here in our darkest of hours

Prepare for the coming dread.

Mindless walking things

What horror do they bring

Now their eternal peace is denied?

The Dearly Departed

Are back where they started

And everything's far from alright.

They have woken to devour

This world will run red.

The earth has now grown sour

And it's spitting out the dead.

Be Warned! Be still!

Now you can hear them stirring!

Clawing at the ceilings of their graves.

They're here! They're dead!

They're evil and they're hungry.

Flesh and Sinew and Bone have all gone astray.

No pulse! No brains!

Now you can hear them digging!

Corpses transformed into feral beasts!

No soul! No hope!

No conscience in their bloodlust.

They've only come here for one thing:

And that's to feast!

The hordes of decay

Are crawling this way

And they're pouring out into the streets.

Lifeless hollow shells

Are escaping their cells

And they're dying for something to eat.

Here in our darkest of hours

Prepare for the coming dread.

An army of death

With their Fetid breath

And their skin dangling from their bones.

There is no escape

From the most ghastly of fate

For this is how we must Atone.

They have woken to devour

And this world will run red.

The earth has now grown sour

And it's spitting out the Dead.

Be Warned! Be still!

Now you can hear them stirring!

Clawing at the ceilings of their graves.

They're here! They're dead!

They're evil and they're hungry.

Flesh and Sinew and Bone have all gone astray.

No pulse! No brains!

Now you can hear them digging!

Corpses transformed into feral beasts!

No soul! No hope!

No conscience in their bloodlust.

They've only come for one thing:

And that's to feast!

The dead are awake.

There's no escape.

Tombs Asunder.

Released from Slumber.

Peaceful Silence.

Turned to Violence.

Will this affliction.

Be our downfall?

Reanimation.

Desecration.

Death is no longer

The be all end all.

Insurection.

Ressurection.

And out of the mouth of Hades

They have crawled.

Be Warned! Be still!

Now you can hear them stirring!

Clawing at the ceilings of their graves.

They're here! They're dead!

They're evil and they're hungry.

Flesh and Sinew and Bone have all gone astray.

No pulse! No brains!

Now you can hear them digging!

Corpses transformed into feral beasts!

No soul! No hope!

No conscience in their bloodlust.

They've only come for one thing:

And that's to feast!