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No one knows when they'll come
No one knows where they'll go
But I've seen their bloody faces
Outside my window
There's no place to run
There's no place to hide
And now they crawl in numbers
Satan by their side

Unleash the terror, the dwellers of the grave
Unholy children of the time
I've seen them steal away the lifeblood from the realm
An iron cross now marks the sign

This is the rising of the dead
This is the dawning of the prisoners of hell
This is the rising of the dead
Witches and warlocks cast their spells
Of hell

Satan's followers spread evil across the land
You know dead men never lie
But when you come upon the faceless ghost alive
You'll see the haunting in his eyes

This is the rising of the dead
This is the dawning of the prisoners of hell
This is the rising of the dead
Witches and warlocks cast their spells
Of hell

You run from these people, thinking they're dead
Their hands are attacking; they're inside your head
Prisoners of hell, casting their spells
They rise from the dead; no one can tell

The first day they're dying; the third day they rise
The corpses are walking, red in their eyes
Coming to get you, but you never see
One strike from their cross, and you fall to your knees

People are dying; the funeral begins
Satan is laughing, opens his hands
Down to the Devil your body will go
Then rise from the dead; no one will know

Rise from the dead

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