Rising Of The Dead

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