deceased not dead my fire burns    procession of my rotting worms    heads in hand and silent moans    rotting cloth remains on bones       furious yet I ride with ease    grand invisions of crushing knees    rolling boulders the sound of thunder    soldiers rot they come from under       hear the scream it's time to die    we ride the sea and glide the sky    feel the cold rise your feet    our silhouette is black and bleak       severed limbs you felt no slash    mouths are gaping dripping ash    brain is dead you look so old    hands are numb your face is cold       eyes of the dead eyes of the dead    eyes of the dead       crusted black putrid face    all are dead the rats in place    fingers crawl in searching birth    all around is dripping earth       hear the scream it's time to die    we ride the sea and glide the sky    feel the cold rise your feet    our silhouette is black and bleak       severed limbs you felt no slash    mouths are gaping dripping ash    brain is dead you look so old    hands are numb your face is cold