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