歌词
Spilling the blood
The coffin lid opens
Desecrated graves
Forgotten and deserted
Twitching corpses
Corrupted and repurposed
Personal thralls
All deserved
The full moon shines
Upon the scavenged bones
Tonight the dead will rise
And walk among the stones
Body to body
Giving the demons life
Reversing the black scythe
Creating thralls of Hell
Grave walker tolls the bell