Good Old Grave Lyrics

I call my friends from the grave

Tell them that we'll soak the land in blood

In blood

Nothing here anchors my heart

I have to forget that she's gone I've changed her

In a song

We grab our gear hit the road

Time has come to make more souls my own

My own

We drag our corpses from town to town

Spreading fear in the hearts giving hope

To the damned

I've never thought that you would leave me

Never thought that I'd feel so lonely

I've never thought that I'd feel that way

Never thought that you would die on me

I know we might scare you

We are the living dead

Though it always feels good

To raise hell with my friends

Sometimes I feel lonely

And I'm yearning to be held

But you're not here to comfort me

In these moments I miss my good old grave

I do, I do miss my good old grave

I'm more evil than I was

If that's even possible, I'm meaner

Than the devil

When I'll have gathered enough souls

I will make hell my own bring her back

Make her immortal

I've never thought that you would leave me

Never thought that I'd feel so lonely

I've never thought that I'd feel that way

Never thought that you would die on me

I know we might scare you

We are the living dead

Though it always feels good

To raise hell with my friends

Sometimes I feel lonely

And I'm yearning to be held

But you're not here to comfort me

In these moments I miss my good old grave

I do, I do miss my good old grave

Come everyone come hear the songs

You'll never be the same after the show

Forever you'll be bound to the sound of the dead

Follow my voice in evil we'll wed

I've never thought that you would leave me

Never thought that I'd feel so lonely

I've never thought that I'd feel that way

Never thought that you would die on me

I know we might scare you

We are the living dead

Though it always feels good

To raise hell with my friends

Sometimes I feel lonely

And I'm yearning to be held

But you're not here to comfort me

And I miss my good old grave

I know we might scare you

We are the living dead

Though it always feels good

To raise hell with my friends

Sometimes I feel lonely

And I'm yearning to be held

But you're not here to comfort me

In these moments I miss my good old grave

I do, I do miss my good old grave

I do, I do miss my good old grave