Track 12 recorded live in Washington, DC at The Bayou on 08/18/1992
Track 13 recorded live in Washington, DC at the 9:30 Club on 02/10/1992
Track 14 recorded live in Washington, DC at the Safari Club on 04/06/1990
Line-Up (left to right):
Les Snyder - Bass Guitar
Mike Smith - Lead Guitar
Mark Adams - Lead Guitar
King Fowley - Drums/Vocals
Notes:
This cd release is hand numbered and limited of 500 copies. Track #12 has no bass, Les was in the hospital. Original Deceased guitarist Doug Souther plays on track #14.
Last rights were given long ago to the corpse of man
The awful ground engulfs the dead, so sacred and alone
The world did spoil as their hearts grew cold
And the weird were born
What once was death now is horror lurking for a soul
Lurking for a soul
With this night the end begins, dark deletes the sun
Broken crypts now tell the tale that death is growing strong
Eternity seems close at hand as no one rests in peace
A ceremony from beyond the grave the night of the deceased
Night of the deceased, they've returned for us all
An infectious scream rings through the air,
A sound to chill every bone
A distorted victim of the plague will soon feast with the dead
In time they'll "turn" becoming ill no longer brother man
As guts of life and the macabre now decorate
The grounds of earth
The night of the deceased - casket monsters conquer and kill
The night of the deceased - cemetery's no longer full
The night of the deceased - cadavers marching side by side
The night of the deceased - by mans creations we shall die
Planet earth our battlefield the warm blood it stains the world
The awful dead unlock the end
Their empty graves and shattered tombs
Cadavers marching side by side!
By mans creations we shall die!
Marching, stalking, the deadly aggressor seeks out your flesh
Preying, decaying, your final vision will be your first death
All of your life you've hid from the fears
Of the haunting hands of death
Clutching the past instead of the future now you'll know at last.....
What is death you ask? What waits for you? Unveiling the truth
Distant, vision you've now been spotted and you will die
Crying, dying, you'll now know the answer you feared
To come true.....
Now you'll know at last what is death you ask
What waits for you? Unveiling the truth
Loss of sight loss of sound numbing pain takes over you
Floating up and off the ground seeing downward overview
Witness hell witness death instant nowhere nothingness
Failing soul turning gray craving flesh yes! You have changed.....
And all through the night you can hear
Their twisted awful screams!
We! Are deceased! And because of you
We are haunting this world!
We! Are deceased! Forever we kill for the dead!!!
For it's still out there waiting for man
To bring the living to death
What's to stop these ghouls of gore
From eating all our birth
Beyond science stands the answer
To which there is no cure
No hidden saving antidote
Waiting for this world
We're reaching out so please take our hands
We're living hell right here on the earth
We're crying tears for all our life-long pains
And screaming out "save us from the dead"!
Terror unleashed came without sound
The dead crept out of their graves
Horrible creatures returning to kill
As graveyards open their gates
Is it pure evil is it a warning
Of what the earth's to become?
Is religion the key to end the attack?
Or will we just die one by one?
Think to the past at all that man has done
The power of sin and greed its ugly head has shown
And maybe it only serves us right that we shall die today
A morbid lesson to the world for all our evil ways
Infection slowly setting in our souls are out of time
The errors of our lust for gain have finally claimed mankind
Do we deserve to live?
Life is fading fast
Do we deserve to live?
We beg to know at last
Do we deserve to live?
Our lives our fading fast
Do we deserve to live?
Forever think to the past!
More than once we've closed our eyes to science and its flaws
Ghastly research carries on locked behind a door
While cancer cells still breed like roaches killing off the land
They disturb peace and destroy life, for this we all shall die?
The silent creature, the walking dead
The deadly dose of chemicals have changed the course of man
As reborn corpses activate on impulse from beyond
And there's no time and there's no end for finally it is done
So face the truth and live in fear of what has come at last
The silent creature, the walking dead
And every human placed on earth will bring their scent to them
As horror will now become the world
Like rabid dogs they smell the life that's flowing in our veins
A world of ghouls will storm mankind new life their destiny
As moaning corpses leave the ground and walk again on earth
Shattered coffins thrown aside for death's finally left its womb
The panic it starts as reason has stopped,
The human mind must now adjust
Adjust to the buried walking the earth rabid to devour us all
A constant reminder is the stench of death
Of all the world's become
Quickly we learn they feed on the flesh as the hollow victims they grow and
grow
The dreaded dark no place to hide from their reaching hands
The monsters slow yet menacing seeking out a soul
You close your eyes yet still you see the creeping reality
You tell yourself this isn't so but yet it's real, it's true
Run we must run, try to get away
Shelter somewhere, anywhere, from corpses that await
We're living in fear, but still we must go on
The shock must not stop us, our minds must stay calm
A showdown of knowledge and death that won't die
It's the zombies versus the world
Trembling scalpels invading the minds of creatures we so little know
But studies are slow and time's moving fast
To question these cause of events
We must conquer the doubts of ending this plague,
What weapon will outdo their best?
They reach for their poisons their guns and killing bombs
The might of the armed forces may soon just get their way
To unleash a horde of chemicals from which this all began
Bio-weapons on the loose but warfare's not the answer
How easy men weaken when life is on the line attempting to close every eye
Like a key to a fortune hidden away but the blood will soon enough spill
Unable to fend, protect and to serve the cowardly troops how they fall
So much for the strong, heroes, and saints everyone dies in this tale
Afraid to confront the one real truth how quick they point the finger
The mark of scorn to someone else for right can do no wrong
To take these fiends and give them back to earth and to the grave
Too many hands control the wheel that's steering us straight to hell
Pleading for life are scared, frightened fools who once carried power inside
Now knowing they're beat they beg and they plead to quickly be forgiven
But no one cared when the hand of deception
Was turned to their side of the coin
They laughed and lived at others expense but the dead just don't forgive
In life, in death, forever.....
Mysterious research!!!
Monsters do exist, in us and among us, they walk in our every shadow,
They prey on man more as he fears them less,
We should know for we created them!
Entering the brain of something quite strange, trying to solve and control
Climbing inside a monster's mind in search of knowledge unknown
As experiments continue all through the night
The doctors proceed with their tests
Death is examined inside and out until the world's convinced
There's no tomorrow.....
My nerves are sharp with insanity as slowly I've gone mad
Why there's fear of the old man and his eye I'll never know
Yes for some time I've had the urge to stop the evil eye
As if possessed I crave its death I truly can't resist
Inside my brain so many voices comfort me
As murderous thoughts race through my mind to finally rid the eye
I approach his room without a sound I'm death outside the door
The heartbeat guides me through the dark and to his resting site
For in my hand I hold the knife the one that slits his throat
With a final shriek my torment ends the eye it is no more
And now I'm free for with his death the chains of fear are gone
It's only me left all alone to live amongst the world
In perfect manor I dissect the old man and bury him under the floor
All the while thinking back to the deed I must laugh to reassure
I reassure myself that I'm free and secure the open wood to the ground
And when I'm done I try to sleep but nightmares twist my dreams
That dark chilling heartbeat will it come for me?
Will it haunt my world for evermore and steal sanity?
But before my eyes can witness sleep there's a knock upon my door
Without a pause I answer calm my discipline assured
Behind the door I find police investigating screams
I politely beg them "Come inside, put your mind at ease."
With innocence I lead them down to the room he's buried in
I place my chair right above the man's poor and worthless grave
As we sit and talk I'm becoming pale and sickly so on edge
I beg for them to "Please be gone, and let me find my rest!"
But horror's just begun for the heartbeat does return
It reminds my mind of the hideous eye, that gleaming putrid eye!
Sweat now drips from my brow I plead and scream along
"I did the deed tear up the floor the corpse is in the ground!"
But horror's just begun for no one can hear my pleas
For in my mind there lives the eye forever haunting... me!
The heart it beats, it lives in me
Inside my mind lives the eye...
"Dark Chilling Heartbeat" inspired by the book The Tell-Tale Heart written by Edgar Allen Poe.
Frozen screams and lasting fear are living in her head
For in her mind the horror lies from a meeting with the dead
She tells her story without a doubt while under doctor's care
Is it mental illness maybe lies or just the creepy truth?
It all began with a romance lost two worlds that did collide
The wish for urgence to the grave brought murder into his mind
With a mistress waiting for his touch with pleasure he'll take her life
An axe in hand he chopped the body of an aging, nagging wife
Listen for the frozen screams they are out there somewhere
Ready waiting to be heard by those who do believe
Into a freezer he placed the corpse now bagged and stored like meat
Her head and torso torn apart the hands, the legs, the feet
Without remorse he know prepares to leave this all behind
He sits and waits his lovers call to secretly arrive
But his wife belonged to voodoo and the story took a turn
With sweet revenge his life was lost by her dead and broken corpse
Without a warning his lover crept into the horror house
She searched for him most everywhere then came amongst his corpse
The mistress's mind was pouring out but terror was not complete
For all around her possessed limbs came rabid for her life
With the axe he used to killer once she swung to stop the bones
But on her throat the grip of death was quickly taking hold
She chopped at limbs one thousand times and fell into a trance
This final vision of that night still lives inside her head
In asylum now she sits alone with a story unbelieved
There was no body of a woman found only a strangled man
Deep down inside there is the truth but others they see guilt
Around her doctors find her world insane without a doubt
Frozen screams, listen for frozen screams...
"Frozen Screams" inspired by the motion picture Asylum segment "Frozen Fear"
written by Robert Bloch.
As I try to tell this story my skin's no longer tight
As if it wants to leave and get away from me
But I've lived through this night of fright
And found real signs of other life
In disbelief I'll tell you what I've seen...
It started out as simply normal driving in my car
Taking in the world and marveling the stars above
When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need
So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand
But something wasn't right!
She wouldn't speak at all but I felt this urge to help her
As I told the girl to please get in my car
She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold
So I placed my coat around her fragile arms
in a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life
She finally spoke and asked to take her home
She gave to me an address I assured her to relax
For in minute's time she'd be there safe and warm
As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home
She thanked me so and walked up through the door
As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket
She wore it as she struggled to stay warm
I left my car and rang the bell thinking she'd be waiting
Instead I got the mother of my girl
She said that she'd been waiting and not to say a word
And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way
We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if un-lived
All around sat pictures of my stranger's face
But the borders they were black the signature of death
She informed me that my passenger was dead
I didn't believe a word she was sitting right beside me
Only minutes back riding in my car
She took my hand and led me back outside and through a gate
To a private cemetery in the yard
On a grave there sat a picture of my unexpected guest
From the grave I learned she died some time ago
She said in stranger's cars her daughter finds a ride
For an accident had brought her to the ground
And every night she comes home to please her lonely mother
It's an instinct from the time she spent on earth
But she is gone she assured me death had come
And this ghostly image was living on in my mind
I told her to cherish her spirit
She just sat and cried at the grave
I told her to cherish her spirit
She just sat and cried at the grave
In the cold she was in mourning at the passing of her child
So I felt the need to leave and let her be
But I stopped to quickly question who was my freezing stranger?
She was the perfect image of the girl
As I turned to leave the madness I caught a flash of something
It was sticking out from underneath the grave
In a shocking revelation I became at one with death
As instantly I learned the woman spoke the truth
For in the grave before me my jacket in the ground
The one I gave my stranger on this night, this very night!
She was my stranger, yet she was dead, familiar stranger...
"A Very Familiar Stranger" inspired by the recording Famous Ghost Stories segment
"The Hitchhiker" written by Oscar Brand.
Broken down a nervous wreck yet there are no regrets
All the prestige drains my soul as illness takes to bed
It's time I need to ease my mind and become new again
So rest my child and be cleansed for breakdown's not the end
But what is this? What leads me from my room?
An apparition? It beckons me!
In this place here I rest while doctors roam the halls
Yet I'm alone inside myself to struggle with my fears
And there it is I can see a shadow on the wall
Calling me towards the end and onwards to the morgue
But the fear it takes my breath away
So near is the lonely world of death
I try to think of other things yet it is always near
I just can't help but walk its path and end up at the morgue
No, not the morgue! Not that dreaded place!
The morgue is cold and stinks of death the bodies freezing cold
I feel the grasp of something strange pulling at my soul
The dead just laying on their slabs sends chills right down my spine
And there's that shadow on the wall its image stains my mind
That shadow, that shadow on the wall
That shadow, creeping down the wall
Waht does this tell me of my mind this crazy lunacy
I fear that this is a sign that death is wanting me
That shadow, that shadow on the wall
That shadow, creeping down the wall
That shadow, that shadow on the wall
That shadow, creeping down the wall
Down the wall!
My release from this place should take this all away
My mind has healed up long enough for life it now awaits
So off I'll go into the sky and ride the flying plane
Back to a place where I belong the soothing hand of fame
But wait it's that shadow once again my fate is in my own hands
I run away from teh boarding plane that takes off in the night
As up in flames death does claim everyone but I
That shadow, that shadow warned me of the end
That shadow, that shadow let me live again
That shadow, that shadow pulled me from teh flames
That shadow, a premonition!
"The Premonition" inspired by the TV show The Twilight Zone episode "Twenty-Two" written by Rod Serling.
Between life and earth there is something more that each of us will view
And when the moment is right for your death to arrive
Then it will come looking for you
And as in this tale to follow now it's never too late to die
For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind
Clutched within the hangman's noose a man swings in the air
For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair
For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die
With a choking rope placed 'round his neck he enters into his mind
Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life
Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die
He prayed for all his loved ones and that god would bring him home
As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer
He knew his time had come
But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below
For the rope had snapped and cheated death
Giving him a chance to run
So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life
Far, far faraway from this place you were to die
You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death
By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last?
You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free
By name the hanging soldier but a false world's what you see
Eyes seeing sights...of peace not war
Dying processed mind...it slowly fails you
Sights seeing lies...of peace not war
Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died!
Yes it is sad how the story does end
As we return once again to the noose
For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke
Was the soldier who died all too soon!
"The Hanging Soldier" inspired by the book An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge
written by Ambrose Bierce.
The elders live to die getting old amongst their kind
in a home they share affliction one and all
They have no sight for they are blind but they see the constant lies and
deceptive schemes that seem to never end
For this "place" is run by power and a forceful greedy hand
Whose way of caring for the needy isn't right
For the sheets as thin as paper do not warm their freezing bones
Hear them rattle trying to sleep in frigid night
So the anger keeps on building as they plot to stop the pain
On this nail that's sticking deep within their side
And they all join together there's a creepy walk amongst them
That tells in time they'll find their vigilance...
Revenge!
A room has been constructed for this outcast to commit
And with trickery they have not been denied
For locked behind four walls is the master of the pain
Who's now trapped inside their morbid lair
But what is on their mind what sort of horror will we find?
Down within the chambers of the waiting blind
Six days and still they starve him as they offer mercy none
For the hate it brews within them from his past
In his body there is panic as he senses dread approaching
He starts screaming for this torture ride to end
They have taken more than enough and now the light is shining
To bring to them a fitting dark revenge, dark revenge!
Then at once the room is open and the man quickly reacts
Out the door he goes in search of those to pay
But with a shock he finds around him that the walls are full of razors
That rip at him with sharpened, striking blades
He completes this trap alive but his eyes grow wide in horror
For a dog sits starved and rabid for his throat
So he turns back to the razors as the lights to black they fade
Like the blind he's now alone and in the dark
The dark! The dark! He's now alone and helpless in the dark
And the blind they stand the victor as the dog and man lay dead
Their haunting laughter sounds their morbid victory
Blind revenge, blind revenge
They've found revenge!
"Chambers Of The Waiting Blind" inspired by the motion picture Tales from the Crypt segment
"Blind Alleys" written by William Gaines.
