Run, hide in the old church you;ll be safe These words from a priest who's lost his faith In the face of seeing the dead walk again Outside the rain is heating down As they thrust up from the ground They seek the sustenance they need to bring to fruition the seeds sewn withing Inside these walls of stone and antiquity We seek refuge in this holy sanctuary Disease of immortality awaits as the night closes in Dreams that seen unreal, a story from centuries ago cast up before my eyes Winged daemons, harpies led the way as the armies of the impaler rode to the city to drink the life's blood and anslave all within Eternally Inside these walls of stone and antiquity We seek refuge in this holy sanctuary Disease of immortality awaits in the night They rode into the village upon fanged steeds The villagers were sewn with the vampire seeds They were buried undead all in the same place A church was built to imprison them it seemed forever The cross avails us not, there's something unholy about this sacred lot Ghosts from the past rise up to toast the dusk of the living dead In centuries fell past they awaited entombed not living not dead The walls are closing in Gla**y eyed we join in the song of the living dead