None but the marked shall rise in the dark.
Hell-bent; the earth, shall they raze.
They took up the oath to ever-revoke
Mortality for immortal praise.

Lifeless, and hopeless; a thirst so atrocious;
An eternal, unquenchable lust.
In death, shall they grow; to blood, they're betrothed.
Their hunger derails their disgust.

Sink teeth into skin; to the flesh that's within;
Bleed dry the carcassed wellspring.
This world, once so grand, 'twas undone by their hand;
Dereliction, their only decree.

The shade of the night brings naught but delight
For those who burn in the ray.
From out of the grave spawn the crimson depraved,
Feasting 'pon the walkers of day.

When sunlight strikes west, 'til dawn, do we pray
Against these abhorrent butchers called "They."