The dead has left a stench on your lifeless body
The deathless eyes will suffer from the blinding lights
No loss of life, no factor expiration
There will be no procession to descend to the afterdeath

From death now risen, the hour of fear has come
To bring the rules of life upon itself
Disanimated discharge from the shallow grave
Funeral reversal

Rejected from the soil
A spell of resurrection
A deathful promise to always walk the earth
A dissolution of life's great contract
Where the moribound live on and the risen dead now walk

The flesh will rot
Our time will die
The cold dark
Calls us home

From death now risen, the hour of fear has come
To bring the rules of life upon itself
Disanimated discharge from the shallow grave
Funeral reversal

The flesh will rot
Our time will die
The cold dark
Calls us home