Released from the Catacombs - Skeletonwitch

Evil is upon us, death is in the air

Lightning of blood strikes, falls to the ground

Ruled by the darklord, dead walk again

Spread the infection, evil and mindless

Dead and forgotten, the rotten arise

Released from the catacombs to the horrible unlife

Hunger for warm flesh their only desire

To feed off the living, consume mortal life

Grotesque and gruesome, the stench overwhelming

Skin splits, unleashing clouds of flies

Followed by vermin, the foulest of creatures

Pick the bones of the afterlife

Embrace the stagnant sickness and disease

Unholy unlife the rotten must now feed