Wake the Dead

Woe… Loud…
We call to you from beyond the grave…
My crusting writhing rotting metal slaves…
Power forged in fire throughout the land…
The weak must die we’ll take a metal stand…
Wake, wake the dead…
Massive molding armies who have been freed…
Waiting as we plant our metal seed…
Spreading like infection throughout the world…
You’ll take our injection with a metal sword…
Wake, wake, wake…
I can see them coming through the fire…
I can see them crawling from their graves…
Loud…
Come join us we’ll wake the dead…