Burnt to cynders the ashes still remain,

Burried under the earth nothing can contain...us.

Burnt to death we still live on,

Slowly we rise in the light of dawn.

As we stand tall and strong we sing the cries of death.



We will rise from the ashes,

That were buried so deep.

We will rise from the ashes,

And awaken from our sleep.



Swallowed by this earth we are given rebirth,

Exit the ashes and enter the earth.

Finally reborn we stand alone,

Killing the fire and everything goes cold.

The clouds grow evil the sky turns red

We have opened the gates to hell.



We will rise from the ashes,

That were buried so deep.

We will rise from the ashes,

And awaken from our sleep.



Into your mind we shall wander

It is your soul we conquer.

Turning your dreams into nightmares

Making your life a living hell.



We will rise from the ashes,

That were buried so deep.

We will rise from the ashes,

And awaken from our sleep.



Far beyond the threshold

From the remains of us

As light slowly fades

We await the final dusk.

>From the ashes buried under

And the serpents blood.

We are the choosen ones

To begin the massacre.



We will rise from the ashes,

That were buried so deep.

We will rise from the ashes,

And awaken from our sleep.