the dead Through the voices and mangled bodies and severed heads Children all there pray together, seeking out the light After death will there be suffocating, self inflicted torture
So many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim I weathered the change stormed through the streets in the range Can't complain, a nigga live to die in da flames 'Cause I torture
all around me, and see you dead on our floor. Realize it would kill me to see you dragged out like a rotting whore. The dead are not theirs to take, fuck
in the domination of Seth to deny your weak god and take the power of evil. Evil Church Fight, kill and torture without mercy forever in honour to sin
prick, the murdered (D-d-d-d-don't kill me!) I never confess never will the bodies, George Estaciano couldn't even guess I'm here forever, yeah forever
it when you should just study it, to enjoy life, chill with me as we descend into the world gone mad, a world of dying and killing sprees your dead
wicked spell Commit crimes in ice cold blood The tortured souls to dwell Born dead creatures live again Paralyzed to kill themselves Reality that disappears Forever
they sleep in peace Gasping for a final breath Awoken savagely Staring in death?s cold eyes Torture and let bleed slowly These are the dead Arisen
lives Lost child, lost child The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds And harvest the sad fields of woe 'Cause dead boys are martyrs that live on forever
Archaic carcasses, displayed degeneracy Once within these walls a life of death will be unleashed Forever dying are the dead, countless bleeding heads
Nude and violated I raped the life from her body Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin My marks of torture Left on my daughter Body badly beaten I
to human form, creating a race of immortal beings, rot away dead bodies, set a flame Searing flesh, broken necks You can't kill what already dead De
's going to end Zombies taking all life's children and throwing them away On earth they've arrived like tortured soldiers sent to war But they're the dead
dead, rebirth is near A zombie stare comes over me, begin my rushing pulse The dark invades my open mind, which leads me to convulse My tortured soul
the arm is where the pistol be Top of your forehead the kiss will be Plant it ever so soft and gentle but die viciously Hours of torture before the torture