Eyes of the Dead Lyrics

Deseased not dead my fire burns
Procession of my rotting worms
Heads in hand and silent moans
Rotting cloth remains on bones

Furious yet I ride with ease
Grand invisions of crushing knees
Rolling boulders, the sound of thunder
Soldiers rot, they come from under

Hear the scream, it's time to die
We ride the sea and glide the sky
Feel the cold rise on your feet
Our silohette is black and bleak

Served limbs, you felt no slash
Mouths are gaping dripping ash
Brain is dead, your face is cold
Hands are numb, your face is cold

"Eyes of the dead!"

(repeat last two verses)