Cemetary Nights
Three days of night, devoid of the sun
Quiet is the cemetery, they sleep no longer
Rise from your graves!
Converge into an army
Gather weapons of steel and stone
Then set out for their cities.

Cemetery, Cemetery Nights
Unholy Tenebrae - manifest

Disturbing The Earth
Prowling through graves after midnight
A task reserved for fiends,
A cold finger points the way
To a grave of deeds obscene.

Dragging the shovel behind it, stumbling toward its goal
Yellow teeth bite through lip
Blood as black as coal
Dull s

Fathered By Fiends
Expelled by gas, from a rancid womb
Drowning in earth, mouth filled with worms.
Live!
Writhing carrion
Its' throne a coffin
The grave its kingdom
Arise!

Mother - Jackal
Father - Fiend

Eyes caked shut, lungs filled with mud
Inhali