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 gravesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
