Storming ‘cross the land on their twisted feet
Looking for brains and looking for meat
Rusted iron hanging from their belts
To stick in your chest and send you to hell
Zombie warband hunting, leader of the pack
Master of the zombies blood runs black
Zombie warband hunting, you better not look back
Master of the zombies
He has the strength of seven men
Undead warchief
In fact he used to be seven men
Undead warchief
He’ll rip you half with many hands, and sign you up for the undead band
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Absolutely classic-to-the-core, straight to the point in the vein of early 2000's Dark Funeral and Naglfar, with some Cruelty era CoF thrown in. Nostalgic as all fuck, and I love it. xaphanapraxia