Summoning Of The Dead

Newborn children

Bastard sons create

Mouth of war

Left to dominate

Massive slaughter

My soul to purify

Blood on the altar

A life to justify

It's time for reprisal

Stand to face the threat

Your time has come to die

Summoning the dead

Exaggerated

The need for flesh

What's coming after

Bleeding in flames

Hordes are rising

The fall to witness

The reign is over

Can't heal the illness

It seems insane

Lack of reality

Lay down deranged

This is mortality

What's left to feel

Before you close your eyes

Ripped and betrayed

Sarcastic fading smiles

The graves are open

Savage souls attack

Locked and restrained for years

Now claim what's stolen back

The skies widen open

Bringing a rain of fear

Mind's corrosion in to neglected fields

Newborn children,bastard fathers die

Mouths of peace,illusion blinds the sight

The dead are rising,like shadows on the wall

No prayers left,no hideouts like before