King of the Undead Lyrics

The Dead are rising from the graves
With an axe, I cut-off their heads
Mud and guts, splatter all over me
I must clean this unholy ground
When the night has fallen down
Rotting creatures like to get around
Places you are scared about
Oh graveyard! here I come.

The Dead are rising from their graves
With an axe, I cut-off their heads
Mud and guts, splatter all over me
I must clean this unholy ground
Some of you might know me as
The Night Crawler,
Or maybe the name, which I prefer as
The King of the Undead

Vicious is the King of the Undead
God bless the King of the Undead
On your knees to bow to
The King Of The Undead
Ultimate pleasure the King Of the Undead