The Morgue - Nasty Savage

The fear of evil lurks around 
It's dark it's quiet 
There's not a sound 
The dead among you 
You must be still 
For when they arise 
They're out to kill 

The morgue 
The morgue 

The caskets open, you hear them squeak 
You feel the terror, your heart quickens beat 
You hear the moaning, the growling, the sickening sighs 
The dead among you, they're on the rise 

The morgue 
The morgue 

The spirits have risen, they're on the prowl 
Time has come, time is now 
Gather around, like demons of the night 
Lurking towards you to win the fight 

The morgue 
The morgue 

You hear the breathing of angry souls 
Burning with fire, you feel the cold 
Chances are over, darkness has come 
The battle is over, they have won 

The morgue 
The morgue