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Zombie Wizard
04:16
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[Field Reporter : Are they slow-moving, chief?
Sheriff McClelland : Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up.]
- Night of the Living Dead (1968)
Many years ago when the world was darker, when man was afraid of the night
When fire and death were the punishment for witchcraft, when evil and good were as black and white
When men could be found, and women aplenty who revelled in arts of the foulest kind
People who sacrificed all that was sacred for power undying and strength of mind
A particular warlock of great renown went further than no man before
Determined to live when the townsfolk destroyed him for working with inhuman lore
Becoming a monster in human form, forsaking his life and his mind
Now under the earth, waiting for victims to prolong his war on humankind
Hand on your throat pulling you down
Back from the dead, back from the grave
Zombie wizard, into the ground
Invoking hell with your brain
On the darkest of nights when the moon is new
When stars are forgotten and clouds fill the sky
You may think the mist that presses your window is all that will cover your eyes
But evil is stirring deep underground
A hand is reaching from the burial mound
The earth shifts and the rocks give way
Darkness tightens its hold
The wind calms and the world holds its breath
Fear for all who behold
The evil stirring deep underground
A hand is reaching from the burial mound
The dead will walk, the dead will ride
All that was man is now dead inside
The dead will walk, the dead will ride
All that was man is now dead inside
Hand on your throat pulling you down
Back from the dead, back from the grave
Zombie wizard, into the ground
Invoking hell with your brain
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Feasting Rites
02:56
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The time has come as the sun goes down over the peaceful hills
The end of the day in your quiet town, and no-one feels the chills
For something moans from underground as fog begin to rise
If you went down to the woods tonight you’d never believe your eyes
A gathering of rotted flesh, a gathering of gore
Risen from the dead to fill their guts like never before
A gathering of cadavers summoned from the grave
Summoned by the wizard king to make an army of his slaves
Feasting rites all across the city scraping at your door
Feasting rites as the undead committee devour you on the floor
Feasting rites all across the city, battle plans are drawn
Feasting rites as the undead committee feast until the dawn
No-one can escape, the dead are in the streets
The dead ones massacre all that they meet
Locked inside but you’re not safe
You won’t live to see another day
But listen now, you should not fear, it is not the end
For on a night much like this you will rise
And join the undead legions as they roam across the night
To feast themselves upon the weak
Fill the world with undead might
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Necromantic Ritual
03:19
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Maggots crawling from his eyes
Putrefaction pulverise
A staff of horror in his hand
As thunder fills the skies
Earth is cracked and daylight dies
A plague of evil on the land
A sacrament of undead beings come to life
The end of days is nigh
As bells begin to chime
Shrivelled hands begin to climb
The warlock stands upon his grave
The plague begins to spread
The army rises from the dead
To make the living into slaves
Necromantic ritual, undead beast of blood and fire
Necromantic ritual, rise and kill again
Necromantic ritual, undead beast of blood and fire
Necromantic ritual, rise and kill again
Maggots crawling from his eyes
Putrefaction pulverise
Zombies rising never to be slain
Fire burning in his hands
Spreading torment ‘cross the land
All we know is fear, death and pain
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Undead Warchief
01:06
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Storming ‘cross the land on their twisted feet
Looking for brains and looking for meat
Rusted iron hanging from their belts
To stick in your chest and send you to hell
Zombie warband hunting, leader of the pack
Master of the zombies blood runs black
Zombie warband hunting, you better not look back
Master of the zombies
He has the strength of seven men
Undead warchief
In fact he used to be seven men
Undead warchief
He’ll rip you half with many hands, and sign you up for the undead band
Undead warchief
Undead warchief
Undead warchief
Undead warchief
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Human Sacrifice
03:57
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A hundred years since the plague began
Undead overlords rule the land
Locked in a monstrous hive
Forced into staying alive
Every month when the moon is gone
In the darkness before the dawn
The hour of offering is nigh
Born, raised and live just to die
The zombies need to farm the flesh
Keep the humans alive and fresh
For zombies cannot propagate
Only kill but not create
Humans raised, a whole life long
Forced to grow, to become strong
Mankind born to populate
Kill them and renanimate
Women forced to fecundate
Subjugate the neonate
Take the men and work the fields
Day and night their fate revealed
The human race reduced to slaves
Born to lie in cold dark graves
Buried deep beneath the earth
Just to rise with their rebirth
For the zombies to transform
Born to join the undead swarm
For to feast on blood and brains
Human beings who live in chains
The zombies need to farm the flesh
Keep the humans alive and fresh
Zombies cannot propagate
Only kill but not create
Humans raised, a whole life long
Forced to grow, to become strong
Mankind born to populate
Mankind born to die
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