Rebellion of the Dead
Michale Graves
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