The Camper Velorium III: Al The Killer Songtext / Lyric

At birth given scars along tender heart liberties

injustice for awkward living situated casualties

they lay dead along your floor

careful not to wake them they're sleeping

in the morrows good mourning

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 graves of the dead, upon your name

Die white girls, die white girls

Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves 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 graves of the dead, upon your name

Die white girls, die white girls

Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves 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 graves of the dead, upon your name

Die white girls, die white girls

Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead



Bye, bye world, bye, bye world

Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon your name

Die white girls, bye, bye world

Dance upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves of the dead,

Upon the graves of the dead, upon the graves!