Raise the Dead - Bathory

I gasp for air, I scream for sight

And fight against torment and dread

Calling the vengeance, I tear at the lid

And promise to raise from the dead

Raise the dead

Raise the dead

Raise the dead

Black witch of beauty, all Hell’s necromancers

Give me the powers of Hell

Mistress of curse, reapers and vultures

Demons stand up and chime the bell

Raise the dead

Raise the dead

Raise the dead

Hear the infernal legions plea

We shall rise

Suddenly powers comes from within

Muscles and mind are filled with wrath

I burst out in frenzy, powers of Hell

And break up the tomb and the dark

Raise the dead

Raise the dead

Raise the dead