Rose Funeral - The Well lyrics

Drowing at the bottem of a f**ing well Bodies Rising from this well Taken from their grave In this living hell Ripping, tearing through the flesh You will be the first Victums of their thirst Blood is sprying Fleash is falling Dead are rising Blood is gushing Start convulsing Now your turning Bodies, left for dead Will-be-rising Infesting The human race To serve their blood lust Raise the dead Feast on the living