Insurrection Day

The tomb, lying among the trees

Suffocating atmosphere, no god there

Cold wind, blowing brown leaves

Holy ground, desecrated by the buried flesh

Recitation, of the spell

Has brought a force, of hell to life

Arrogant, and full of scorn

It seeks the ones, who locked it down

An ancient evil fed with blood which never saw the light of sun

Rising slowly through the ground that held it down for centuries

On its knees it chants to greet the shining of the full moon

"Mother, I've heard your call through the centuries

And my time to rise was delayed by the forces of light

But now a sacrifice has been offered, it gave me strenght

And to inflict defeat upon the weak, I shall march"

Countless ages imprisoned in hatred

Now opening the gates to what comes before me

Breaking the spell that held me below

Demanding revenge, we shall rule again

I carry the sign of change and revolution

I'll show you neither weakness nor cowardice

Listen to the voice, of your savior

Through triumphant screams, I preach