Palms by the Cemetery

Drums and flames, the sun is pale
Like a whisper for the rising corpses

A graveyard deep in the jungle
The reaper eye is watching you
A thick rotten fog is coming down
Among the palms by the cemetery
Pestilent fog everywhere
In this green inferno
Dark lights upon the tombs
Stench of rotten human remains

Ancient tombs deep in the jungle
The reaper eye is watching you
Among the palms by the cemetery
Dead shall rise by voodoo ritual

Voices from the depths
Echoes break the graves
The dead come back to life!

Ancient
Rituals
Pestilent fog
Broken tombs

Dead walk
Dead world!