The dead will rise Injections to open up their eyes So cold Cannibalism cannot be controlled Craving flesh Specimen not decomposed but fresh From shallow graves Tomb legions charnel and depraved
The reviving of fresh corpses Rigor mortis in reverse Sepulcher violator Hijacker of the hearse
Coffins of the unembalmed dead
Body minus head Limbless trunk twitching on a bed Of stainless steel At the altar of necromancy I kneel The dead will walk Head minus body starts to talk In the night Unholy invocations I recite
The reviving of fresh corpses Rigor mortis in reverse Sepulcher violator Hijacker of the hearse