Death is on his back
Tell him what to say
Hordes of living dead
Can not disobey
Staying on a pile
Of killed by his words
He likes the awful smell
Of a dreadful corpse
The sound of slaughter
And chunks of human flesh
Eaten by worms
On fields of empty tombs
Are you still alive?
He's feeling hate for you
Your place's in the grave
Your truth is not true
On the Lands of dead
There is no chance to live
Zombie will do all
He wants to receive
You laying in a grave
They're burying you alive
If you're not living dead
You don't exist at all
Zombie crushing all around because he said to crush
Only he has real rights to have his own thoughts
Fields of tombs are helping him to hold his slaves on fear
Everyone can lay to grave the next
Dig a grave or be its owner
The sound of slaughter
And chunks of human flesh
Eaten by worms
On fields of empty tombs
The sound of slaughter
And chunks of human flesh
Eaten by worms
On fields of empty tombs
On fields of empty tombs
On fields of empty tombs
