Return of the Priest
In the time before the darkest dawn
Lichus sat brooding in the abyss
And thought up his evil schemes
To thwart all the goodness in the world
It had been his plan since the dawn of time
And soon his priests set forth to do his bidding
The moon is hidden beyond clouds
Darkest night of the century
Cold storms freezing to the marrow
Coldest night of the century
On this night of darkness and cold
Evil priests had sworn to return
The prophecy will be fullfilled
Not a single life will be spared
Priests complete the magic circle
Chanting ancient rites of evil
Animating long dead corpses
Restoring them to semi-life
Misty hazes covers the ground
Unearthly moans pierces the air
At the graves the surface caves in
crucifixes all tilt and smash
A foul stench rises from the graves
Corpses emerges from the earth..
Their eyes burning with hatred of the living
Ghastly breaths of putrefaction
Mindless skeletons and zombies rise
And move towards their masters
Living only to harm and kill
But they themselves can't be killed
Crusaders of evil intent
Will strike down their defenceless prey
No resistence being offered
From the people in the village
The undead kill without mercy
The people couldn't kill the undead
The prophecy has been fullfilled
None of the living has been spared
