Grotesque from the outset
The figure treads
On the land of the living once more
Imponderable, its visage gone pale
Defiant and forever so cold
The limp and barely skeletal
Are taken from their tombs
Sinuous malignant
Unresponsive to the touch
Resilient immortal
As they all refuse to die
Refuse to die
A malevolent fate upon us
When the dead arose again
A malevolent, a malevolent fate
Never can deliverance come
By the will of evil
A malevolent fate befell us all
The ominous tower
Over fields of the condemned
A silhouette of fatal disdain
Inert and only driven
To come down on life itself
They call us out to die
Lifeless fatal end design
Bloodless evil passion
Rotten vicious corpsified
They call us out
They call us out
To meet our malevolent fate
Inanimate voiceless they
Will shatter our will to be
Profoundly unliving break
The curse of the deceased
Come for us in numbers
Beyond belief
The last line of defense
A malevolent fate upon us
When the dead arose again
A malevolent, a malevolent fate
Never can deliverance come
By the will of evil
A malevolent, a malevolent fate
