Infamy - Count the Dead

Count the dead,, See their souls rise high
Smell the stench, Of the blood in the sky

We commit to taking lives
And we try to save our minds

Count the dead, And hear the wounded cry
Devil winds, Hear their crying fly

Dig the grave, watch the demons rise
Erupted earth, Many more will die

So count the dead, The burning in your eyes
Ignore the stench, And watch the spirits fly high above
All the lives we have neglected on
Now are mine, their spirits all have gone
Take their souls, And their lives away
Count the dead
Let the vultures prey
Kill some more
When victims come our way
Homicide - Gonna take a life
Victims try to run and hide

Slaughtered people lying on the ground
And there's nothing we can do
But drink the blood, In the howling wind
Under the light of the moon

Innocenet people lying dead
And we're glad we've done the deed
As been told in prophecies
Their souls will reach the sky