Infected creatures spawn from the graves
Crawling lifeless they need to feed
The smell of corpse drives their minds insane

Defilement of graves nocturnal feast in blood

They will rise


Beneath the buried secrets will reveal
Dark incantations of the cannibal art

They vomit entrails over those once dead
Those fallen from grace buried to die


They will rise

The buried will rise

Through the testimonies of time
A final breath of hate
Unleash the undead force


Forgotten powers of the darker art appear
Chambers sealed opens up with blood

Curses never told with human tongues
A final desecration of their legacy


They will rise

The buried will rise

Through the testimonies of time
A final breath of hate
Unleash the undead force