The Dead

Dig up your bones Bring us your heads and your young Cruel truth crawling On the fields of burning homes Rise into rottendom Through piles of gut and blood ＇Come Hellstorms and tornadoes Cure this world right to the... Bone They walk this earth like

Anger saddens fear All underneath Power promises fate Are black memories Desire secrets Future are fragments Brave weakness greed All emerged Stranger is dead The dead is stranger The blood goes downwards No space no voices And faces remain There's n