Killing Razors

When the corpses walk the earth
The living are hunted down
Sacred place is the key to the rite
Merciless killers walk the night

Visions of sin in your head
The tormentor of this world
The scourge from the depths of hell
Takes his soul with ancient spell

Death, plague, blood and pain in his legacy
No mercy and no humanity
Hate in eyes and mind
Breaking his grevestone
Death, plague, blood
Killing Razors

Wicked fire burning his eyes
Everyone paying with their lives
You cannot kill who's already dead
His face fills you with dread

The dusty ground of a cursed tomb
This ritual should never be done
Death messengers telling the truth
You can't have back what you lose

Raised from / Black magic
He's living / Living dead