The Velorium Camper III: Al the Killer

At birth given scars along tender heart liberties.
In justice for awkward living situated casualties.
They lay dead along your floor.
Careful not to wake them they're sleeping.
In the morrows good morning
The dying will discard the wish to live.

(Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming)

When i kill her, I'll have her.
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
Die white girls, die white girls.
(Dance upon the grave of the, upon the grave of the dead)

You'll get nothing for something,
Arise the hidden war of a dead song unsung.
The night of your children's day,
Beneath the surface sealed by the floors boarded up.
Seal the lips of your voice with haste
And cower at the sounds as they make their way.
Surprise, speed, and malice.
The opposing break the surface hold ready.

(Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming)

When i kill her, I'll have her.
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
Die white girls, die white girls.
(Dance upon the grave of the, upon the grave of the dead)

Will the killing veil love?
Should the heroes play dumb?
But killing's no fun
When the heroes are none.

(Let this colony know in the name of the dead we're coming)

Bye bye world. Bye bye world.
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
Die white girls, die white girls.
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)

Bye bye world. Bye bye world.
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon your name)
Die white girls, die white girls.
(Dance upon the grave of the dead, upon the grave of the dead)