Rose Funeral The Well
Drowning at the bottom of a f..cking well
Bodies
Rising from this well
Taken from their grave
In this living hell
Ripping, tearing through the flesh
You will be the first
Victums of their thirst
Blood is spraying
Flash is falling
Dead are rising
Blood is gushing
Start convulsing
Now your turning
Bodies, left for dead
Will-be-rising
Infesting
The human race
To serve their blood lust
Raise the dead
Feast on the living