Sun

baked

bones

stripped

clean

Fangs

sparkle

and

gleam

Claws

drip

of

fresh-

ly

shed

blood

While

the

corpses

Of

our

mas-

ses

Rot

in

the

mud

Sun

falls

As

no

moon

ri-

ses

The

dar-

kest

of

nights

Are

full

of

sur-

pri-

ses

In

the

dis-

tance

a

dog

howls

Be-

neath

our

feet

Lurks

some-

thing

fo-

ul

One

by

one

Bo-

dies

rise

from

the

ground

Dea-

fe-

ned

ears

Hear

is

not

a

sound

Dead

set

free

E-

vil

reings

sup-

reme

Ga-

the-

ring

in

clans

By

the

light

of

the

moon

Sun

baked

bones

stripped

clean

Fangs

sparkle

and

gleam

Claws

drip

of

fresh-

ly

shed

blood

While

the

corpses

Of

our

mas-

ses

Rot

in

the

mud

Sun

falls

As

no

moon

ri-

ses

The

dar-

kest

of

nights

Are

full

of

sur-

pri-

ses

In

the

dis-

tance

a

dog

howls

Be-

neath

our

feet

Lurks

some-

thing

fo-

ul

Feas-

ting

on

your

flesh

The

liv-

ing

dead

Time

has

no

mea-

ning

It's

the

day

we

dread

Ga-

zing

out

eyes

De-

cay-

ing

and

old

Hu-

ma-

ni-

ty

fal-

len

The

bell

and

tolls