Beware The Dead

My mistress of torment Will surely haunt my trail The eternal waiting For our lives to fail Live down here Under the land of goddes acre Rot in grave Under field of holy maker Dig deep down In the place long lost - forsaken Find a person That resembles your creator Holy blood will fall! The stairs that led me down Into the crypts of unknown man Are covered with cobwebs They scare the men from land! The corridors are empty The walls are sweating blood That didn't see the daylight From the time it had been bound It's connected to my body "Oh god it hurts so bad" It rips my veins wide open Puts spikes in my own bed And I still won't realize How I ended up so wrong The chains that hold me tight In the place that I belong Die! Fog has fallen on the long lost acre And the Dead will crawl on the land Hide into your apocalypse bunkers and then You shall beware the dead! I followed right hand path And I Followed liquid death And I saw it's soul rot deep inside I cannot run I cannot hide I wish i would have sacrificed One soul instead of mine I see it how this cycle works My life beneath the vine Die! Fog has fallen on the long lost acre And the dead will crawl on the land Hide into your apocalypse bunkers and then You shall beware the dead! Die by the fate of frontal attack My mistress of torment Will surely die too late