Inherit the Earth - Burn The Priest

Sun baked bones stripped clean

Fangs sparkle and gleam

Claws drip of freshly shed blood

While the corpses

Of our masses

Rot in the mud

Sun falls

As no moon rises

The darkest of nights

Are full of surprises

In the distance a dog howls

Beneath our feet

Lurks something foul

One by one

Bodies rise from the ground

Deafened ears

Hear not a sound

Dead set free

Evil reings supreme

Gather demon clans

By the light of the moon

Feasting on your flesh

The living dead

Time has no meaning

It’s the day we dread

Gazing out eof eyes

Decaying and old

Humanity has fallen

The bell tolls