The Sun goes away
You begin to pray
Closing your doors and trembling in bed
The Sun goes away
You become the prey
Closing your eyes and fearing the dead

From their graves they are rising
Seeking your soul
From their coffins they are crawling
And their blood is cold

Their hands slide on you
Your skin turns blue
They dig their nails into your chest
Their hands slide on you
The legends were true
Now close your eyes and join the dead

From your grave you'll be rising
Seeking their heat and their soul
Into a ghoul you have been turned
And your blood is cold

Your priests are liars
They fear the dead
Walk with us on their homes

Can you hear the demons?
Calling for you
Can you lead the legions?
Calling for you
Can you join the dead ones?
They are waiting for you