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Creeping and crawling

Howling from the deep

A choir of endless tortured souls

Crying and wailing

Craving for blood

Suffer from inhuman thirst

They come to life

To hunt their prey

In gruesome form

As a funeral form

Longing and craving

Need for fresh blood

The feast of the undead begins

There's no escape

No chance to survive

The vermin of death now will win

They walk the earth

To hunt their prey

In gruesome form

As a funeral storm

Like a fuckin' maelstrom

To eradicate all life

A final solution

This is the storm of extermination

This is a funeral storm

The dead now reign

Through the fuckin' funeral storm