Texty:
The Haunted Undead

: Cold skin clings to my face, more dead than alive. Spend your days without a trace, fed up with the lies. I'm one of the few undead, I've seen through

you not touch the skin of the worm in all that surrounds you? Can you not taste the ichors of the worm upon your tongue? Do dreams of the worm not haunt

: Live by the sword and help to contain The helpless minds of you all Die by my hand in pools of blood Clutch yourself as you fall Mindless tyranny,

: Through the night we rise in pairs Lords at night we ride From the depths of Hell's domain Reborn to reign this night Roam throughout the endless wars

: Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell No one can stop us tonight We take on the world with hatred inside Mayhem the reason we fight Surviving

: Frantic minds are terrified Life lies in a grave Silent death rides high above On the wings of revelation Multi death from chemicals Arrogance has

: Follow me, I'll lead the way; your fears will soon overtake Hide your infinite tears inside, it seeks your smallest break Screaming as if nothing helps

soldiers chant in lust Destruction of the church we'll burn the cross Attacking angels as they pray to god Tormented preachers hail the twisted cross Haunting

Harlots of Hell spread your wings As I penetrate your soul Feel the fire shoot through your body As I slip into your throne Cast aside, do as you will