Cemetary Rats

An evil seeping through the soil, as death descends within the mist

A shroud of darkness covers all, the grip of winter makes a fist

A howling rises with the moon, the midnight hour comes around

Macabre shadows from the tombs, unholy burial ground

With our frozen breath, hear us calling

We have chosen death, graveyard crawling

An empty skull behind the eyes, where there's rhyme or reason

And now the dead begin to rise, from this mausoleum

Born to a pack of rabid wolves

Raised on the sound of cloven hooves

We are a nightmare coming flesh

We are the legions of undead

We feed the horrors that you dread

We breed the monsters in your head

Blood lust of vampire bats

We are the cemetary rats

The night is always darkest, before the dawning of the dead

And as the sun begins to rise, the skies above us blood red

The seventh circle spits us back and we ascend our sacred thrones

Through the gates of Hell, to transcend this sea of bones

With our frozen breath, hear us calling

We have chosen death, graveyard crawling

We are a lost society, the freaks and fools encaptured

But are we dead or are we free as we embrace the rapture?

Born to a pack of rabid wolves

Raised on the sound of cloven hooves

We are a nightmare coming flesh

We are the legions of undead

We feed the horrors that you dread

We breed the monsters in your head

Blood lust of vampire bats

We are the cemetary rats

Forever laid to rest, returned to mother earth

Departed mortal coil and fed back to the worms

To rise again someday and take the kingdom back

Decaying but reborn, we are the cemetary rats

Born to a pack of rabid wolves

Raised on the sound of cloven hooves

We are a nightmare coming flesh

We are the legions of undead

We feed the horrors that you dread

We breed the monsters in your head

Blood lust of vampire bats

We are the cemetary rats