Awakening of the Dead - Deathstorm

Spells fill the night

Shattering screams pierce through the black

Black magic takes control

Leading your mind, corroding your soul

Blood from the altar

Calling upon the powers to bind

Kore, Persephone, Ereshkigal

Adonis, Hermes and Thoth protect the mind

Under the sign of the moon

Witches will dance and demons will rule

Awaiting deaths return

The fire appears, the cross it will burn

A power not from this sphere

To summon a force that shall not appear

To awake those who shall rest

To awake what the living detest

To evoke

Dead flesh

To retrieve

Their breath

To revive

The mad

The awakening

Of the dead

Hellish screeching resounds

As the corpse awakes from where it was bound

A mindless shell of terror

To serve under spells of pain and tistator

Not bearing this ghastly sight

The magician collapses from intense fright

As the circle breaks

The corpse yelps as it his live takes

To evoke

Dead flesh

To retrieve

Their breath

To revive

The mad

The awakening

Of the dead

Feasting from his flesh

As he still takes a breath

Intense suffering

As the blood starts gushing

The corpse takes revenge

Devouring his remains

No traces left behind

As it returns to its grave