Summon The Dead

Blackened days in sorrow
Filled with fear and disease
Souls tormented to remain
Restless as there's no peace

Failure of god’s creation
Once man has been blessed
Prelude of devastation
Sicknesses, famine, thirst

Dead - Summon the Dead
Dead - Summon the Dead

Pain reflects to our existence
As a dark shadow descends
Hear at the cries of despair
Such torture never ends

Failure of god creation
Once man has been blessed
Prelude of devastation
Sicknesses, famine, thirst

Dead - Summon the Dead
Dead - Summon the Dead

We reach the end of the line...
We reach the end of all life...
The end of all life