Out of the ground come the dead and decayed From the flower filled garden where the coffins are laid The grave soil damp of the mourner's tears The night as cold as ice for a thousand years A vampire legion of the catholic unblessed Rising from the hole where they lie in rest Children of the boneyard stones Children of the boneyard stones Children of the boneyard stones Children of the boneyard stones The plague filled pits spew the necromen And the fallen whores of iniquitous den The battle fields of a thousand wars The fallen heroes, pus and sore Starving babes starved of hope The crow pecked thieves who hang on the rope Children of the boneyard stones Children of the boneyard stones Children of the boneyard stones Children of the boneyard stones