Cemetary Rats Orange Goblin

An evil seeping through the soil, as death descends within the mist
A shroud of darkness covers all, the grip of winter makes a fist
A howling rises with the moon, the midnight hour comes around
Macabre shadows from the tombs, unholy burial ground
With our frozen breath, hear us calling
We have chosen death, graveyard crawling
An empty skull behind the eyes, where there's rhyme or reason
And now the dead begin to rise, from this mausoleum

Born to a pack of rabid wolves
Raisеd on the sound of cloven hooves
Wе are a nightmare coming flesh
We are the legions of undead
We feed the horrors that you dread
We breed the monsters in your head
Blood lust of vampire bats
We are the cemetary rats

We know the night is always darkest, before the dawning of the dead
And as the sun begins to rise, the skies above us blood red
The seventh circle spits us back and we ascend our sacred thrones
Through the gates of hell, to transcend this sea of bones
With our frozen breath, hear us calling
We have chosen death, graveyard crawling
We are a lost society, the freaks and fools encaptured
But are we dead or are we free as we embrace the rapture