Premature burial,
Of my soul.
Corpses lie in the grave,
Their flesh is cold.

Emerge the dead,
From the grave.
Morbid laughter,
Life betrayed.

Covet the flesh of life,
The human parasite.
To drink your blood,
Sustain their reign,
Rise the restless dead.
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Restless Dead Lyrics

Possessed – Restless Dead Lyrics