Beneath the waves they stalk and crave Fresh blood to drink upon the waves Their war long past, yet still they rage The undead machines of lust, insane The march to d**h, their ritual of flesh To feed their lust, to quench their thirst Upon the altar of war long past They still march to the Holocaust of flesh! They were once human Men are now depraved Their skin has rotted and Left the grave Along the white sands they Long to achieve The horrors of forever