Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
The night, the day, the dawn of dead
Rising from the ground
It's time to see the reckoningYou never had it all this cash
Or country of your own
The land that feeds the rest aloneWhen there's no room in hell
The dead will walk the earthJust come alone and gather round
Till you're gonna shake up your aim
'Cause one day, son, this will all be yours
I'm sorry for this messThe night, the day, the dawn of dead
View them what you will
A drop of blood could change it allAnd soon the day will come, my friend
The time to hand it on
So here's to solving our sicknessWhen there's no room in hell
The dead will walk the earthJust come alone and gather round
Till you're gonna shake up your aim
'Cause one day, son, this will all be yours
I'm sorry for this messJust come and walk with the dead, deadJust come alone and gather round
Till you're gonna shake up your aim
'Cause one day, son, this will all be yours
I'm sorry for this mess