Beyond the Gloomy - Wombbath

From the soul to the living dead

Abrupt the development of a gloomy day

The day has the ability to be dead

He can destroy the past

And the gloomy side to

Abandon the holy soul

To quit the dead

In their graves

If they not give

The holy soul

Are the dead coming up

And will the living

We must defend us

With rites, the cross and

Burning corpse

In an old rotten building

He is blessed to the ground

From beyond

Is the gloomy serious

Before it transforms

To lure, to corpse

And found the guilty

No one has defied at all