The cold wind comes slow and down
Bringin' a dark foggy night
Reborn from a distant past
The day of the live and dead
Killers will raise from the ground
Deformed faces, and damaged brains
The time has worked to create
The perfect machine of death
Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck
Till your face turns to blue
From death they get back
Killing is just what they do
Deathraiser
When the dead returns to kill
There'll be nowhere for you to run
When you see the cold eyes of death
Creatures that can't be stopped
Rippin' you limb to limb
A sequence of bloody crimes
Dead bodies loosing energy
Kiling everyone till deform
This way they'll be reborn
Suckn' your hot virgin blood
Breakin' you into fuckin' pieces
Gonna take your fuckin' life
But soon they'll be back
Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck
Till you face turns to blue
From death they get back
Killing is just what they do