Winds of Plague
One For The Butcher
When I'm dead and gone I'm gonna rage in hell*
I believe in nothing but belief in myself
One day I'm gonna go
Coming back to haunt you as a mother fucking ghost
One for the butcher rising high with sharpened knives
There's no soul to hide behind these eyes
One for the butcher
It's a full moon tonight. At midnight the butcher will rise
When the sun foes down you best not find yourself
With no one home you're not alone. You'll all be dead by dawn
One day I'm gonna go when I come back you'll be a mother fucking ghost
One for the butcher
Live in the dark long enough until you eyes adjust
One for the butcher
Born of primordial doze I've got no pulse and I've got nothing to lose
We are what nightmares are made of what
The feared fear most on this day of the living dead
All hallow's eve where the dead rule the night
Translucent apparitions come into plain site
Six more hours till the sun lights the sky
No one is safe on halloween night
Unearthed from the ground
Spirits manifest from the gates of hell
Flickering flames pierce the lingering veil
Tonight we forget the bounds of right and wrong
Come summer's end when the leaves turn brown
Creatures buried deep won't stay in the ground
Come take a walk on the dark side with me
Peel away the earth and raise the dead
Back from the grave to strike again
We have come as children of the night
Sworn to drain everything of life