Sleepwalkers

                                  In nights cold and grim

The graves open up

Lifeless cadavers roam the earth

To take their revenge

Tormented souls without hope

No possible escape

A terrible fate they must lead

But they do not complain



The town sleeps most calmly

Unknowing, full of bliss

The room might reek of death

Yet they sleep in peace



Gasping for a final breath

Awoken savagely

Staring in death?s cold eyes



Torture and let bleed slowly

These are the dead

Arisen from eternal sleep

They are the sleepwalkers



Not a scream, not a sound

Lungs ripped out of sleeping bodies

The art of silent slaughter

They want nothing, but to harm

Get revenge on the human race

For all its evils



Torture and let bleed slowly

These are the dead

Arisen from eternal sleep

They are the sleepwalkers



As warm blood hits the ground

Life leaves drop by drop

Nothing left but an empty carcass

To one day join the sleepwalkers



Sleepwalkers of the night

Eternal and forever there

They will not stop killing

Until we are theirs

We are theirs

We are theirs

We are theirs

We are theirs