Nobody knows when they’ll come
Nobody knows where they’ll go
But I have seen their bloody faces
Outdoors my window
There is no spot to run
There is no spot to hide
And today they crawl in figures
Satan by their side
Release the terror, the dwellers from the grave
Unholy children of times
I have seen them steel away the existence bloodstream
In the realm
And iron mix now marks the sign
This is actually the rising from the dead
This is actually the dawning from the prisoners of hell
This is actually the rising from the dead
Witches and warlocks cast their spells…
Of hell
Satan’s supporters spread evil ‘cross the land
You realize dead men never lie
However when you come
Over the faceless ghost alive
You will see the haunting in the eyes
You take from all of these people
Thinking they are dead
Their hands are attacking
They are within your mind
Prisoner of hell casting their spells
They rise in the dead, no-one can tell
The very first day they are dying
The 3rd day they rise
The corpses are walking
Red to them
They’re coming to help you get
But you may never see
One strike using their mix
And also you fall for your knees
Individuals are dying, the funeral begins
Satan, he’s laughing, opens his hands
Lower towards the demon the body goes
Then rise in the dead nobody knows
Rise in the dead
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