作曲 : Wylde
Graveyard Disciples
March into the fields
Existence through destruction
The bodies beneath the wheels 
Ohhhhhh,
The trip into the black
Ohhhhhh,
Life's dying fall.
Born to pull the trigger
Fueled to feed the hate
Innocence is shattered
The part that cripples the hand of fate
Ohhhhhh,
The trip into the black
Ohhhhhh,
Life's dying fall.
Solo
Ohhhhhh,
The trip into the black
All,
Life's dying fall.