Visions Of Necropolis
I have hacked you to pieces, a mangled pile on the floor.
Wipe the bloody pickaxe, ready to kill some more.
City of the dead rules the murderous domain.
Fury shoots from the sky, people burn and rot.
Walk on a bed of skulls, death is yet to plot.
Only objective is to kill, need to please the dead.
They must be satisfied, to stay in their graves.
Or else they might rise above, when no one can be saved.
They rip victims apart, and show no signs of remorse.
People wait to find the next dead.
I have hacked you to pieces, a mangled pile on the floor.
Wipe the bloody pickaxe, ready to kill some more.
VISIONS OF NECROPOLIS show people how we live.
VISIONS OF NECROPOLIS show people where we dwell.
VISIONS OF NECROPOLIS entering your mind.
VISIONS OF NECROPOLIS say this is living hell.