Beneath the surface lies a legion of the darkest era Buried in masses, burnt and left as ashes The graves are filled with maggots eating, rotting flesh decay Their lives eradicated by the blade, the dead are cursed Slayed, their lives raped from them, they swarm like locust In the form of spectral hate, ghosts in the fog, reapers of the night They remain trapped between dimensions Disembodied souls, tormented in the afterlife Haunting the living, possessing the weak The spirits hunt to avenge their death Haunting the living, possessing the weak Controlled by the army of torment Seizing their mind, infiltration of insanity Turning the prey on each other, tearing organs from their allies A mist that plagues this world, the poison fumes of these burning souls Now spread this flame, tearing themselves apart from the inside Ripping sanity to pieces, sanity to pieces Unsuspected slaughter from an icon of trust Once a protector now an executioner The dead will rise, soldiers of immortality The dead will rise; the depths of hell await thee
