Shreds of ancient clothes covering Disfigured by the hands of time The absence of life is omnipresent Moaning they are reaching for the light The Unrotten I come back to life And what do I see Dead eyes of the unrotten Staring down at me Obscure faces Mirror the final moment Suffering preserved For eternity Dried out Conserved in the crpyts Masses in the darkness Lasting 'til judgement day No more blood flowing through the veins The coldness of the grave is possessing Silent screams banish in the abyss of the deep Never to rest in peace The Unrotten I come back to life And what do I see Dead cries of the unrotten Will always be haunting me