Rebellion of the Dead

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