Unholy Dead

There is a fire upon the hillside

With a cross for kindling

All the priests and preachers

Tossing their disciples in

I've heard them tell that old take

From a hilltop in Calvary

All throughout the fallen Roman empire

On down to Galilee

Singing a war song

Chanting death

The unholy dead

A rider way off in the distance

He sees the smoke and the flames

And casts a shadow upon the desert floor

As he races home across the plains

Singing a war song

Chanting death

The unholy dead