Procreate, Contaminate, Annihilate Songtext
von Gravecrawler

Beaten down broken
And banished to the crypts below
Eyes adapting to perpetual darkness
Isolation sharpening instincts
The only sustenance their fellow man
Form distorted through the ages

Anthropophagus abominations
Underground, clawing dirt, tunneling
Once deprived of nourishment the last resort is to resurface

Scavenging in the dead of night
Emanating from their caverns set to strike

The ravenous scourge prepared to emerge
A swarm awaiting sundown

The moon′s luminescence brings forth an infestation that leaves graves desecrated
Seeking out the stench of sweet degradation
Through pest-ridden trenches of the land

The festering horde has come to engorge, craving foul intestines
The dead disentombed, rib-cages cracked, skulls getting smashed


Bred in necrosis
Their young incubated post-mortem
Their brood kept warm by fermentation

Now it's our turn
To feast upon your dead
To spread our next of kin
To Spawn a flesh bound plague

Now it′s our turn
To violate the pure in essence
To feast upon your dead
To excavate what's held most sacred
To spread our next of kin
To impregnate your perished maidens
To spawn a flesh bound plague
Scavenging under the veil of night


Now it's our turn
To violate the pure in essence
To feast upon your dead
To excavate what′s held most sacred
To spread our next of kin
To impregnate your perished maidens
To spawn a flesh bound plague
Scavenging under the veil of night