A mist of shadows, walkers of white
Move in darkness out of sight
And as a price, we ask of you a child
Left on stone out in the wild

Stories of old
A legend carved in stone
So we

Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead
Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead

As night has fallen, a legion of death
Still they walk but draw no breath
An endless march, until the end of time
Bound to live in dirt and grime

Stories of old
A legend carved in stone
So we

Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead
Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead

Stories of old
A legend carved in stone
So we

Raise, raise, raise, we raise the dead
Raise, raise, raise, we raise the dead
Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead