The Morgue - Nasty Savage

The fear of evil lurks around

It’s dark it’s quiet

There’s not a sound

The dead among you

You must be still

For when they arise

They’re out to kill

The morgue

The morgue

The caskets open, you hear them squeak

You feel the terror, your heart quickens beat

You hear the moaning, the growling, the sickening sighs

The dead among you, they’re on the rise

The morgue

The morgue

The spirits have risen, they’re on the prowl

Time has come, time is now

Gather around, like demons of the night

Lurking towards you to win the fight

The morgue

The morgue

You hear the breathing of angry souls

Burning with fire, you feel the cold

Chances are over, darkness has come

The battle is over, they have won

The morgue

The morgue