The Howling Dead Lyrics - Tourniquets, Hacksaws And Graves - Autopsy

Appearing like cracked whispers 

From desiccated bones 

Sulphuric miscreations 

Mausoleum torches glow 

Spirits from beyond the black 

They are three, they are true death 

They are Hate, Despair, Disease 

Awakened by gore to manifest 

Awakened by gore... 

Re-open the eyes of the once sleeping dead 

The dagger goes into the wound bloody red 

Releasing the spectres of yesterday's doomed 

Bane of the living, a curse to consume 

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Hate-a vision of flesh being torn 

Despair-demise on the altar of Scorn 

Disease-Inflicting the soon to be born 

All have been forewarned... 

The wind of flies approaches 

All once held dear befouled 

The earth and sea in ruins 

The night alive with howls 

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