Dead…rising from the dead
Rising from the dead
Rising from the dead
They are the shadows from our dark and haunted past,
The sins of our fathers and the graves that
Weren't closed
These troubled times is when they return, packs are
Marching the streets and leading the dumb
An eternal night
Dead…rising from the dead
Rising from the dead
Rising from the dead
Have we exorcised our demons, have we really said the
Spell?
What did we do wrong, to conjur up this hell?
An evil in disguise is now taking control, rising here
From the east to paint the world brown
Dead, dead
They are the shadows from the past
An army rising from the graves
