Grinding of Internal Organs - Rings of Saturn

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me

To raise an army unlike one’s ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out this failed

race

Fertile earth and water for the starved true creators, once extinguished but

brought forth to kill another day

Oppressive rule returns to transcend the weak foundations of man

Awakening the undead, immortal servants risen only to eliminate

Sinking rotting teeth, screams of the frail as they get devoured

Carrion corpses running wild, there is no salvation

Grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound

Grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me

To raise an army unlike one’s ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out this failed

race

Fertile earth and water for the starved true

Creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day

Torn apart by the mutated deceased, ripping you apart as your stumps bleed

eternally

I live on even as your flesh deteriorates

Spreading myself among the oblivious populous

Infecting everything around with my viral antigene

Enlarging my army of the ravenous upon you