While the others sits and weep
Invasion of lands, forlorn to solitude
Praying – the hallmark of creeps
A profound scar rises from the grave
We’ll heal the infected wound
With guitars as swords, drums as bombs
And our sound reflecting hell
After the slaughter and in between wars
There’s a group no one knows
They’re rancid and sharp
Before the new holocaust and blitzkrieg of time
Charging strength is in the focus of arms
To release and not withdraw
In the aftermath, the cadaverleas
Searching the dark past
To find forgotten treasures
And hidden, filthy gold
Where legend began
Some are blacker than darkness
But make you see the light
This is where others lose their track
But we rise above in pride
Chant of madness
Chant of the living dead
Do not wait for the destruction
With time comes new time
Some don’t deserve to live
At all in this magic
May your voice choose your side
Chant of madness
Chant of the living dead
