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