Ancients have cursed them all Die, go to hell and rot. Unholy the stench of death undead and unburied
Howls of the clergymen suffering the curse of the corpse They swore their revenge in blood Now carrion hunger grows
Cast them in shackles throw them to snakes into thrown blood filled graves once they’ve burnt at the stake raped and torn
landslide open the lost tombs out of the lairs they shall move
Grizzly hunger awakens the furious dead empty eyesockets in the most hellish flames necrosodomy a carrion pest Servants of light, devoured by the dark brutally massacred to humus they consigned like river blood has flown holy dead they returned