Turning in their graves Twisted, restless ghouls Like stalking shadows wandering Hunger turns to rage Black hearted, wretched and lost They begin to prowl The nightfall a sheltering realm Starvation turns to hate Rip them bones Spell no stones Eternal suffering and everlasting trance Flesh against the pavement This night will be our last Drained of life Mortal beings left in ruins Sacrificed Unholy communion Pact for the weak Mass confusion Souls left Rip them bones Spell no stones Spell no stones Spell no stones