Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Netherworld, artist - Creature Feature. Album song American Gothic, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 23.12.2015
Record label: Villains & Vaudevillians
Song language: English
The Netherworld |
How dark was the night |
When they were given new life |
On the eve of our impending doom? |
The buried and forgotten |
Molding and rotten |
Began to stir in their tombs |
Here in our darkest of hours |
Prepare for the coming dread |
Mindless walking things |
What horror do they bring |
Now their eternal peace is denied |
The dearly departed |
Are back where they started |
And everything’s far from alright |
They have woken to devour |
And this world will run red |
The earth has now grown sour |
And it’s spitting out the dead |
Be warned, be still |
Now you can hear them stirring |
Clawing at the ceilings of their graves |
They’re here, they’re dead |
They’re evil and they’re hungry |
Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray |
No pulse, no brains |
Now you can hear them digging |
Corpses transformed into feral beasts |
No soul, no hope |
No conscience in their bloodlust |
They’ve only come here for one thing and that’s to feast |
The hordes of decay |
Are crawling this way |
And they’re pouring out into the streets |
The lifeless hollow shells |
Are escaping their cells |
And they’re dying for something to eat |
Here in our darkest of hours |
Prepare for the coming dread |
An army of death |
With their fetid breath |
And their skin dangling from their bones |
There is no escape |
From this most ghastly of fate |
For this is how we must atone |
They have woken to devour |
And this world will run red |
The earth has now grown sour |
And it’s spitting out the dead |
Be warned, be still |
Now you can hear them stirring |
Clawing at the ceilings of their graves |
They’re here, they’re dead |
They’re evil and they’re hungry |
Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray |
No pulse, no brains |
Now you can hear them digging |
Corpses transformed into feral beasts |
No soul, no hope |
No conscience in their bloodlust |
They’ve only come here for one thing and that’s to feast |
The dead are awake |
There’s no escape |
Tombs asunder |
Released from slumber |
Peaceful silence |
Turned to violence |
Will this affliction |
Be our downfall |
Reanimation desecration |
Death is no longer |
The be all end all |
Insurrection resurrection |
And out of the mouth of Hades |
They have crawled |
Be warned, be still |
Now you can hear them stirring |
Clawing at the ceilings of their graves |
They’re here, they’re dead |
They’re evil and they’re hungry |
Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray |
No pulse, no brains |
Now you can hear them digging |
Corpses transformed into feral beasts |
No soul, no hope |
No conscience in their bloodlust |
They’ve only come here for one thing and that’s to feast |