Speak to me father from beyond the grave
Come to me mother I have found the way
Here in the darkness where they cannot see
Call on the saints to set the spirits free
Bone, blood, and ash offered to the well
Open the doorway from heaven and hell
Mansions like graveyards, foundations of the past
Death has been turned and life begins at last
Our legacy was buried
Our names unknown
The bodies may be lost
But their souls live on and on
In the house of bones
Deeper through the swampland, there is music here again
Raging from the house built on the backs of stolen men
Blood bound to the earth where bodies lie in unmarked graves
Two hundred years of servitude from the children of their slaves
The house of bones will rise
The voodoo in my blood can’t be denied
The time has come for the servants of the past
To rise again and sing with pride
In the house of bones
Harmless little hexes and a curse upon their name
Their egotistic cruelty was the only thing to blame
A plague falls upon the home and carries loved ones to the ground
The mistress of the house is dragged into the swamp and drowned
The house of bones will rise
The voodoo in my blood can’t be denied
The time has come for the servants of the past
To rise again and sing with pride
In the house of bones
The house of bones will rise
The voodoo in my blood can’t be denied
The time has come for the servants of the past
To rise again and sing with pride
In the house of bones
You know that judgment for your sins will come to pass
And you know the tyranny of greed can never last
You can’t escape the past
The time has come for the lost forgotten souls to stake their claim
Rise above, sing, proclaim
They can never erase your name
Your blood cannot be tamed
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