Winds Of Plague - One For The Butcher

When I'm dead and gone, I'm gonna rage in hell I believe in nothing but belief in myself One day, I'm gonna go Coming back to haunt you as a motherfucking ghost One for the butcher Rising high with sharpened knives, There's no soul to hide behind these eyes One for the butcher It's a full moon tonight At midnight, the butcher will rise When the sun goes down, you best not find yourself with no one home You're not alone You'll all be dead by dawn One day, I'm gonna go Coming back to haunt you as a motherfucking ghost One for the butcher Live in the dark long enough until your eyes adjust One for the butcher Born of primordial ooze, I've got no pulse and I've got nothing to lose We are what nightmares are made of What the feared fear most on this day of the living dead All hallow's eve where the dead rule the night Translucent apparitions come into plain sight Six more hours till the sun lights the sky No one is safe on Halloween night Unearthed from the ground Spirits manifest from the gates of hell Flickering flames pierce the lingering veil Tonight, we forget the bounds of right and wrong Come summer's end when the leaves turn brown Creatures buried deep won't stay in the ground Come take a walk on the dark side with me Peel away the Earth and raise the dead Back from the grave to strike again We have come as children of the night Sworn to drain everything of life