Testo di 'Nearly Departed' di Creature Feature

How dark was the night
When they were given new life
On the eve of our impending doom
The buried and forgotten
Molding and rotten
Began to stir in their tombs
Here in our darkest of hours
Prepare for the coming dread

Mindless walking things
What horror do they bring
Now their eternal peace is denied
The dearly departed
Are back where they started
And everything's far from alright

They have woken to devour
And this world will run red
The earth has now grown sour
And it's spitting out the dead

Be warned, be still
Now you can hear them stirring
Clawing at the ceilings of their graves
They're here, they're dead
They're evil and they're hungry
Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray
No pulse, no brains
Now you can hear them digging
Corpses transformed into feral beasts
No soul, no hope
No conscience in their bloodlust
They have only come here for one thing
And that's to feast

The hordes of decay
Are crawling this way
And their pouring out into the streets
Lifeless hollow shells
Are escaping their cells
And their dying for something to eat

Here in our darkest of hours
Prepare for the coming dread
An army of death
With their fetid breath
And their skin dangling from their bones
There is no escape
From the most ghastly of fate
For this is how we must atone

They have woken to devour
And this world will run red
The earth has now grown sour
And it's spitting out the dead

Be warned, be still
Now you hear them stirring
Clawing at the ceilings of their graves
They're here, they're dead
They're evil and they're hungry
Flesh and sinew and bone has all gone astray
No pulse, no brains
Now you can hear them digging
Corpses transformed into feral beasts
No soul, no hope
No conscience in their bloodlust
They have only come here for one thing
And that's to feast

The dead are awake
There's no escape
Tombs asunder
Released from slumber
Peaceful silence
Turned to violence
Will this affliction
Be our downfall
Reanimation, desecration
Death in no longer
The be all end all
Insurrection, resurrection
And out of the mouth of hades
They have crawled

Be warned, be still
Now you hear them stirring
Clawing at the ceilings of their graves
They're here, they're dead
They're evil and they're hungry
Flesh and sinew and bone has all gone astray
No pulse, no brains
Now you can hear them digging
Corpses transformed into feral beasts
No soul, no hope
No conscience in their bloodlust
They have only come here for one thing
And that's to feast