Текст и слова песни Bathory – Raise The Dead
Dust to dust...
I gasp for air
I scream for sight
And fight against
Torment and dread
Calling the vengeance
I tear at the lid
And promise to raise
From the dead
RAISE THE DEAD [RAISE THE DEAD RAISE THE DEAD]
Black witch of beauty
All hell's necromancers
Give me the powers of hell
Mistress of curse
Reapers and vultures
Demons stand up
And chime the bell
RAISE THE DEAD [RAISE THE DEAD RAISE THE DEAD]
[*** from *** ***
we shall rise]
Suddenly powers comes
From within
Muscles and mind are
Filled with wrath
I burst out in frenzy
Powers of hell
And break up the
Tomb and the dark
RAISE THE DEAD [RAISE THE DEAD RAISE THE DEAD]
I gasp for air
I scream for sight
And fight against
Torment and dread
Calling the vengeance
I tear at the lid
And promise to raise
From the dead
RAISE THE DEAD [RAISE THE DEAD RAISE THE DEAD]
Black witch of beauty
All hell's necromancers
Give me the powers of hell
Mistress of curse
Reapers and vultures
Demons stand up
And chime the bell
RAISE THE DEAD [RAISE THE DEAD RAISE THE DEAD]
[*** from *** ***
we shall rise]
Suddenly powers comes
From within
Muscles and mind are
Filled with wrath
I burst out in frenzy
Powers of hell
And break up the
Tomb and the dark
RAISE THE DEAD [RAISE THE DEAD RAISE THE DEAD]
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