Children of nod

Children of nod awaken
Coming from their graves
42 in number
Slain for the feast
Restless souls never sleep
Now time has come for you to pay
Your presence here brought back the pain
This misery will never end
Freshly painted walls do not mask the splattered blood

Nod will call
You're awakened by their hideous cries
Only to witness last seconds of there lives

A cup of blood from the youth is spilt on the wooden floor

Females were hung on the walls
While the youngest were set to bake
Males were bludgeoned to pulp

Now time has come for you to pay
Your presence here brought back the pain
This misery well never end
Freshly painted walls do not mask the splattered blood

Nod will call
You're awakened by their hideous cries
Only to witness last seconds of there lives

Paralyzed, fearing
These eyes don't believe this
Helpless
Nod has buried me
Wicked
42 take their revenge

Fools…
We have come
For our precious blood
Never shall you see the light

Quickly, you try to wake
From living nightmare

Retribution for the dead

Lost, i have taken what is theirs
Your lives were the final cost you paid
Now you fall into the abyss
Forever belonging to the children of nod