Cries From The Tower
In the blackened cemetary
No-one's there to hear your screams
Except the undead Necro-children
Morbid offspring of the goat

(solo - Sern)

Cries from the tower
Hear them calling


Beckoning,
Willing you to kill

The Warriors Of Metal
Cast your eyes west onto the horizon
A Nu-Threat approaches so gather your gear
Saddle your steeds and we'll ride out to meet them
We're going to battle our destiny draws near

Our six-stringed axes will cleave them in two
Our fierce war-cries carry on the west blowing wind

Idiots, every one, thoughtless and mindless
Their primitive culture a threat to our ways
Sporting their colours, they're uniformed and faceless
We'll fight them and slay them until the end of days

They've captured the hillside, got luck on their side
But we are the true ones to glory we ride
The upper hand's theirs but we'll fight to the death
We're righteous, we'll win, we have right on our side

(solo - Nick)

The war is upon us and many have died (but) we'll fight on
A victory for the Nu-Scum is the end of our lives so fight on

(solo - Nick)


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Army of the Undead

Tall man, robber of graves
Master of torture to those he enslaves
Dwarf-men, Hooded and robed
Slaves to the Lord of the Dead

No-one can stop his reign of terror
Hiding or resisting is useless
Hearses are driving to your town
Soon you'll be crushed like the rest

Lying there in a pool of brains and blood
Your body is dragged into the embalming room
Blood drained and replaced with yellow fluid
Corpse then compacted to a dwarf

Packed tight into a coffin-barrel
Sent through the dimensional fork
Enslaved upon his evil planet
You've joined the Army of the Undead

His mausoleum a museum of the living dead
His evil footsteps echo where few have dared to tread
His flying sphere of torture attaches to your head
Brains drilled out you're twitching - a ballet danced in red

Army Of The Undead
Tall man, robber of graves
Master of torture to those he enslaves
Dwarf-men, Hooded and robed
Slaves to the Lord of the Dead

No-one can stop his reign of terror
Hiding or resisting is useless
Hearses are driving to your town
Soon you'll be crushed like the rest

Lying there in a pool of brains and blood
Your body is dragged into the embalming room
Blood drained and replaced with yellow fluid
Corpse then compacted to a dwarf

Packed tight into a coffin-barrel
Sent through the dimensional fork
Enslaved upon his evil planet
You've joined the Army of the Undead

His mausoleum a museum of the living dead
His evil footsteps echo where few have dared to tread
His flying sphere of torture attaches to your head
Brains drilled out you're twitching - a ballet danced in red

Nuclear Winter
Blackened skyline looming there
Chargrilled corpses of the dead
Rats and roaches crawl around
Feeding on the rotting flesh

Nuclear conflict, blackened landscape
Mass destruction, nothing left
Crumbled buildings, burning forests
There's no God, fuck Christ

Nuclear winter x2

Obsolete technology
Has led us to this tragic end
Cold war conflict destroys mankind
Armageddon realised

Blackened skyline looming there
Chargrilled corpses of the dead
Rats and roaches crawl around
Feeding on the rotting flesh

Nuclear winter x2

(solo - Nick)

(solo - Sern)

Nuclear winter x4.