The Rising

Rising from enshrouded tombs
Freed from chains of evil wombs
Hear them screaming blasphemy
Voices calling summon thee
Battle hymns cut through the air
Good and evil rage in war
Warriors of dark and light
Spirits roaming freed to fight
Planning evil strategies
Fulfilling wartime prophecy
So rise up, rise of the damned
Armies of death the rising
No one really understands that this
Is the end
Through the storm you are torn
Souls of the dead vicious bloodshed
Now you will die your time is gone
End to your life so burn in hell
Rise of evil
No chance to be reborn
You bare the crown of thorns
You were previously warned
Your life and soul are scorned
Rise of the damned
Debt to the holy king
Paid in our mortal blood
Horror unthinkable anguish
Sorrow crying souls paint the night
Heroes no saviours to guide you
Demons torture your soul
Your essence is what they want
Your soul forever he will haunt