Deceased not dead my fire burns 
Procession of my rotting worms 
Heads in hand and silent moans 
Rotting cloth remains on bones 

Furious yet I ride with ease 
Grand invisions of crushing knees 
Rolling boulders the sound of thunder 
Soldiers rot they come from under 

Hear the scream it's time to die 
We ride the sea and glide the sky 
Feel the cold rise your feet 
Our silhouette is black and bleak 

Severed limbs you felt no slash 
Mouths are gaping dripping ash 
Brain is dead you look so old 
Hands are numb your face is cold 

Eyes of the dead eyes of the dead 
Eyes of the dead 

Crusted black putrid face 
All are dead the rats in place 
Fingers crawl in searching birth 
All around is dripping earth 

Hear the scream it's time to die 
We ride the sea and glide the sky 
Feel the cold rise your feet 
Our silhouette is black and bleak 

Severed limbs you felt no slash 
Mouths are gaping dripping ash 
Brain is dead you look so old 
Hands are numb your face is cold