How dark was the night
When they were given new life
On the eve of our impending doom?
The buried and forgotten
Moldy and rotten
Began to stir in their tombs

Here in our darkest of hours
Prepare for [bad word] dread
Midnless walking things
What horror do they bring
Now that their eternal peace is denied?

The nearly departed
Are back where they started
And everything is far from alright
They have woken to devour
This world [bad word] red
The world has now grown sour
And it's spitting out the dead

Be Warned! Be still!
Now you can hear them stirring!
Crawling 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 ehar them digging!
Corpses tranformed into feral bests!
No souls! No hope!
No conscience in their bloodlust
They've [bad word] for one thing: And that's to feast!

The hordes of decay
Are crawling this way
And they're pouring out into the streets
The lifeless hollow shells
Are escaping their shells
And they're DYING for something to eat1

Here in our darkest of hours
Prepare for [bad word] 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 fates
For this is how we must Atone
They have woken to devour
This world [bad word] red
The world has now grown sour
And it's spitting out the dead

Be Warned! Be still!
Now you can hear them stirring!
Crawling 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 ehar them digging!
Corpses tranformed into feral bests!
No souls! No hope!
No conscience in their bloodlust
They've [bad word] 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 affection
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!
Crawling 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 ehar them digging!
Corpses tranformed into feral bests!
No souls! No hope!
No conscience in their bloodlust
They've [bad word] for one thing: And that's to feast!