In damp ground lie the dead and hope Is gone Rise up and throw off your bloody Crowns of thorns He's left us to devour And in this solemn hour I calling out for a riot Dead men, rise I stare in the distance and see people Burning their fires They'll all burn in hell, no matter how Hard they try I rise you from the ground And in this solemn hour I calling out for a riot Dead men, rise I rise you from the ground And in this solemn hour I calling out for a riot Dead men, rise