Sword (US) - Children of Ghede lyrics

Running through the thick Fog and wet ground Know that there is a k**ing chill lurking Ready to strike at my throat. As my feet are tripped up On broken headstones Rise to look at my fate, And greeted by groans. Blood is what they thrust, And the flesh on my bones. Make my way through the Outstretched bloody hands Not looking back I run As I see others fall to the ground Skin torn from their skulls As their mouths make Piercing sounds This red tide is on the rise Hiding in every dark corner of My mind. Pray for light to come and washer over the land. As I aim right between The eyes. Inhuman life is taken To survive. Cut right into the new World alive. Triumph over friends.