Raise the Dead

Dust to dust I gasp for air, I scream for sight And fight against torment and dread Calling the vengeance, I tear at the lid Promise to raise from the dead Raise the dead Raise the dead Raise the dead Black witch of beauty, all Hell's necromancers Give me the powers of Hell Mistress of curse, reapers and vultures Demons stand up and chime the bell Raise the dead Raise the dead Raise the dead Hear the infernal legions plea We shall rise Suddenly powers comes from within Muscles and mind are filled with wrath I burst out in frenzy, powers of Hell Break up the tomb and the dark Raise the dead Raise the dead Raise the dead