Raise the Dead

I gasp for air, I scream for sight
And fight against torment and dread
Calling the vengeance, I tear at the lid
And promise to raise from the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Black witch of beauty, all Hell’s necromancers
Give me the powers of Hell
Mistress of curse, reapers and vultures
Demons stand up and chime the bell
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Hear the infernal legions plea
We shall rise
Suddenly powers comes from within
Muscles and mind are filled with wrath
I burst out in frenzy, powers of Hell
And break up the tomb and the dark
Raise the dead
Raise the dead
Raise the dead