The Unrotten - Dawn of Disease

Shreds of ancient clothes covering

Disfigured by the hands of time

The absence of life is omnipresent

Moaning they are reaching for the light

The Unrotten

I come back to life

And what do I see

Dead eyes of the unrotten

Staring down at me

Obscure faces

Mirror the final moment

Suffering preserved

For eternity

Dried out

Conserved in the crpyts

Masses in the darkness

Lasting 'til judgement day

No more blood flowing through the veins

The coldness of the grave is possessing

Silent screams banish in the abyss of the deep

Never to rest in peace

The Unrotten

I come back to life

And what do I see

Dead cries of the unrotten

Will always be haunting me