Death is on his back Tell him what to say Hordes of living dead Can not disobey
Staying on a pile Of killed by his words He likes the awful smell Of a dreadful corpse
The sound of slaughter And chunks of human flesh Eaten by worms On fields of empty tombs
Are you still alive? He's feeling hate for you Your place's in the grave Your truth is not true
On the Lands of dead There is no chance to live Zombie will do all He wants to receive
You laying in a grave They're burying you alive If you're not living dead You don't exist at all
Zombie crushing all around because he said to crush Only he has real rights to have his own thoughts Fields of tombs are helping him to hold his slaves on fear Everyone can lay to grave the next
Dig a grave or be its owner
The sound of slaughter And chunks of human flesh Eaten by worms On fields of empty tombs
The sound of slaughter And chunks of human flesh Eaten by worms On fields of empty tombs On fields of empty tombs On fields of empty tombs