Dead Parade

What you see
What you feel
What you need
Put them down
The slaughtered dragged to the ground

What you fear
What you feel
As you bleed
Mass destruction all around

In this masquerade
Born of the utmost pain
All that drowns beneath
Spawn of the undead breathe

Born into malcontent
Buried without lament
Under their power we'll flee
Withering demons breed
Blasphemous God

Invaders
Degrade us
Into the arms of the dead

Malevolent
Riddled with disease
Frail destroyed insides
Dominance ripping through the streets
Pale their voidless eyes

And what we're fighting for?
The slaves of dawn they rise
And what we're fighting for?
We fail the war and die

Righteous falling down

Your God eternal fiction
Demonic wars affliction
Defining gore addiction
Your God eternal fiction