Thunder howls, The King will rise again

The time has come, to pay for all your sins

Silence shattered by his gasping cries

His savage touch will end your world of lies



Who has dared to desecrate his crypt

Shall soon be hanging lifeless in his grip

Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom

For he has freshly risen from the tomb



Crown upon his head

King of the Dead



The sword descends, the blood shall fall like rain

Its rising tide will cleanse your world of pain

His grip will rob the living of their breath

For as he ruled in life, he rules in death