Rise my trooprs rise again
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Full of hope for another feast
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Centuries has passed since you last
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Tasted the sweet blood of the living
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Better beware when daylight breaks
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The spell of killing spree is reversed
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So take your pick there is plenty for all
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For one night we rule their domain
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Out of our coffins out of our homes
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We are driven by the instinct to feed
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Driven by the most basic need
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As the calls us we will rise
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Rise from your tombs
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Into the night
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As black as your hearts
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And now that you're back
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Back from the grave
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You wont be saved
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Born a saint died in sin
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So the holy one won't let us in
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Soon to come our final feast
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As our master calls the angels weep
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Rise from your tombs
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Into the night
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As black as your hearts
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And now that you're back
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Back from the grave
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You wont be saved
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Soon another night has passed by
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And our troops have grown stronger again
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From the blood of the fortunate ones
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That now join us eternally
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Rise
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| Grave |
