Coffinfeeder

Exhume the rotted casket Robbing graves But not for wealth Cloaked in moldy rags Hunting dead Decrepit things from hell Invade the sacred tombs Search for food Embalmed five days before Ancient body stealers Raid again A fresh corpse beyond the door From the ground they rise Plundering the grave When the faithful die Its them, not God they meet Consume the rotted bod And unt more Craving maws ooze blood Gray skinned coffinfeeders Seekig carrion Eat the old ones last Fiendish ghouls are chewing Scraps of meat Found inside the tomb Roy veiled messengers From beyond, bring the parish doom From the ground they rise Plundering the grave When the faithful die Its them, not God they meet Unholy creatures swarming the coffin Fighting for mouthfuls of flesh Invading the tombs of the recently buried, to feast Starvation of aeons sated tonight Foraging ghouls consume Ancient hunger awakened again Strengthened by blood the undead attack Septic beats from the grave If living approach they are devoured too Fragments of corpses nourish the pack Fresh entrails they crave The coffin is torn open, the zombies start to consume From the ground they rise Plundering the grave When the faithful die Its them, not God they meet