Here at the end of the grave

Like a premature sleep

the result of the brave



Proud to be Dead



We'll search through infinity

and revenge with our trinity

With the power of a million horses

We are the mightiest of forces



Proud to be Dead



Solid like a group of hundred men

They'll seem like only ten

When we're back for them again



Now our death-tour begins

we'll bring back the head

of the comittor of the sins

A feeling of akward self-esteem

Our promise we'll redeem

how unstable that may seem



Proud to be Dead



We've came to pay respect

your death we will revenge

where you lay I suspect

That you'll be



Proud to be Dead