Accursed Wound - Netherworld's Prize Lyrics
Alive!Heavy dead nightSwollen stinking airConstant rainOpen the earthFor fresh dead to riseZombies, tormented faces still in placeRigor mortis, the dark one wandersAbove them now, seeks a netherworld’s prizeA soul still loomingEasy preyA body to prolongWith a swordPry the coldCoffin openAlive….Bind the souls and feed himWhere in life is honorIs mine only now in deathSimply struck in terrorUnder the ground“Yah yah yah yah yah…”So in time this cemetery nurseryFeeds the warAnd leads me to the crown.Alive…“oohhh yah!”Alive…“ooohhh yah!”Alive…