The dreaded party begins
To test your faith in them
You drink the horrid solution
Coughing up blood and phlegm

Your body intestines start to decay
The bones of your body are blackened
Your heart emerges up to your throat
As your flesh begins to cracken

The bur

Mask of white dressed in black
Time has come to attack
Cannibal killer satan's son
This he is all in one

Scared to death of his sight
Cannot run cannot fight
Crazy bastard out of control
Jumps on you he's death's patrol

Nails of razors cut your flesh
Smell

Dark world set upon me
My own dream of fantasy and what to be
Control the dead and the earth a new rebirth
Strucken by this feeling a different light I'm seeing

Walk into my path and you will see
The living dead and what you'll be
Come forth and drain your life into me<

Moon rises high
Scared by its sight
Hear your cry
Stalk prey in the night

Lust of hunger inside
Caught your feast for tonight
Claws cut flesh open wide
As you take the first bite

Running from hunters that try to kill you
From killing their daughters so unb

Arise to the palace for now it wakes
Opening its doors it now awaits
Figures of dead summoned from the past
Haunting your soul will you die at last

Living in anguish living in pain
Now it has your life you no longer maintain
Consumption of blood for it will devour
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I arise at the call of my name
I answer my victims dreams
They call me to take away their pain
I do just what they say

Let me in I'm your friend
My untruthful word works again
I'm the fear of what they dread
So now they'll sleep like a dead

Conjure me and ther

[Tylor, Green]

Feeding off the old lies of the new world
Casting off and spinning in a rage
Teeth bared for biting as the spring winds
Claw, crash and rattle in the cage

Down, down, down
You'll be six feet under

Kick and scream as worms feed on your brain
Li

Bodies upon bodies pulled in this place
No one seems to care how they've died
There thrown into caskets and cremated to ash
But now you'll see the way that they'll be

There's someone who cares about the dead
He walks so tall with eyes so red
He'll rob the graves and men

[Buckland, Green]

Madmen know whereof the story is told
Children see what can't be seen by the old
Take my hand I'll show

Here comes the night and the light of the day
Long gone the shaman of old
Listen to silence and hear what it says
Down in the well of souls