Black ForestBlack Forest
Woe to you of earth and sea,
For the devil sends the beast with wrath,
Because he knows that time is short.
A fortress in our minds,
What's left of life it holds,
We live on borrowed time.
Death may hinder you,
But our armies will still advance,
As they rise from the murky depths,
From their rotting bones and screaming souls.
We are your nightmare,
We are the shapes in the dark,
We are your ending.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Thou shall be destined for evil.
We're coming back, we will return,
And we'll possess your body and we'll make you burn.
We have the fire, we have the force,
We have the power to make our evil take it's course.
Pour toujours avec le mal.
She's Coming BackShe's Coming Back
Her lifeless eyes stare blankly out,
Her cold blue lips of obsidian ice,
Scaly skin, much like that of a trout,
Limp, hanging hair, full of lice.
Teeth that are dark, discoloured lumps,
Blood covered hands, both slimy and sticky,
Cheeks swollen and distended from mumps,
Nasty breath, rotten, gross and icky.
Stick-like legs, covered in bumps and bites,
Fingernails and toenails diseased and black,
Scars, scabs and marks from countless fights,
A shrieking howl, she's coming back.
A warrant for death, she is wanted,
She better run 'coz she's being hunted.
They're BackDeath comes knocking, oh how shocking!
The blood is draining, as if hell is raining.
All is lost, just like the morning frost.
Life is no more, by the stroke of four.
But ghosts come back and zombies attack.
Just one more night, forever ends tonight.
LiesFor the wind it was cold,
And the buildings they shook.
The night full of shadows,
Some big and some small.
The little boy ran,
Oh, how he ran that night.
For he ran from the devil,
Who came up from hell,
At the stroke of midnight.
That little boy had sinned,
He had lied and he had took,
From his favourite store,
Some candy and a book.
He lied to his parents,
He lied to his friends,
All up until,
He had met his lifes end.
The devil he came,
The angel of death.
To take from this little boy,
What he liked best.
The boy did not care,
Did not care for his life.
Until he was on his deathbed,
All set for hell.
The devil, he laughed,
As he set out to kill,
The little boy that had lied so well.
When the moon is full,
And a cold wind is blowing,
The little boys ghost,
Can be seen running.
His screams never fade,
On nights such as that,
And neither will yours,
If you see the devil, and his hat.
Remember The RosesRemember The Roses
I am their leader, the leader of death
I am the holder of the power within.
As the angel of death, their leader and owner,
I'll bring them from hell to show you their power.
They came up from hell with the angel of death,
They came up from hell in all their dark glory.
Just like death itself, they swept up from hell,
Dancing the dance only the dead can do.
Through darkness and misery and pain they come
Cracking their whips, through the ashes they march.
For the blood and the glory of those they can kill,
It's lock and load all the way then fire with will.
They're black with red eyeshadow. Black with red tips.
Blacker than evil and redder than blood.
Their stems are greener than the leaves on the trees
Their stems are darker than even the darkest of nights.
They look so innocent as they sway in the wind
But with the smallest command, they're evil again.