Deep in the woods on wicked ground There burns a fire White lines, a pentagram in sign Drawn by a necromancer Below his feet his sacrifice Waits for its destiny An evil knife ripped off his heart Still warm and pounding Before the night is over The dead shall return
Take this heart And throw it into the fire Open the gates of hell Break these bones rip this spine And throw them into the fire Awake the demons bell Spill this blood and follow darkest science Seal this fate for an unholy alliance The dead shall rise
No one can stop this awful spell The air is freezing The cemetery awakes to life The ground is moving And what was dead and gone shall live and obey
The pentagram is glowing white Bind dark forces to its side Black candles ghastly burn so well The dead are coming back from hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
