Death is sweet release from deceit
You have uttered your last word
Lichyard cold with thorns cruel and old
Is where you've been interred
Rise from your grave this night
Your soul you must ignite
Before you lose the way
From your sepulcher
Rise from your grave this night
Before the morning light
Sends all the ghosts away
Ancient bones have all turned to stone
Dust to dust is their state
Rise ye ghost, join our spectral host
Lest ye suffer their fate
Rise from your grave this night
Your soul you must ignite
Before you lose the way
From your sepulcher
Rise from your grave this night
Before the morning light
Sends all the ghosts away
In the gloom, a mist-shrouded tomb
Glows, phantasmal, with light
Wreathed in fire, like a funeral pyre
We shall conquer the night
Rise from your grave this night
Your soul you must ignite
Before you lose the way
From your sepulcher
Rise from your grave this night
Before the morning light
Sends all the ghosts away