Bone of the father, unknowingly given
You will renew your son
Flesh of the servant, willingly given
You will revive your Master
Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
You will ressurrect your foe
(Chorus)
Evil - Raising Voldemort
Evil - Raising Voldemort
Then from the cauldron rises a man
tall and skeletally thin
"Robe me", speaks the high cold voice
from behind the mist
White as a skull, with wide scarlet eyes
a nose flat as a snake's
Lord Voldemort has risen again
(Chorus)
The air is full of the swishing of cloaks
wizards apparate
Hooded and masked, his trembling servants,
crawl to kiss his robes
"Thirteen years since last we met. There's a stench of guilt upon the air.
United still under the Dark Mark, then! - Or are we?"