Hour of the dead

At the cemetary grounds, where dead are laid to rest forever
Someone walks inside to fulfil necromantic needs
A magic scroll he brought, with spells to raise the dead again
The ritual has now begun and madness starts to rise

Where did he come from?
The man in black, who walks alone
What is his will?
And what's his name

Hour of the dead, has struck tonight! And they are here to stay...
The moon is red and all we know is lost
Hour of the dead, has struck tonight! And they are here to stay...
The moon is red and we are gonna die!

His words are echoing between the church and gravestones
And black rain in the thunder skies is turning into blood
A horrifying howl of death is coming from the grave
A rotten corpse is climbing up, the nightmares coming true

Oh the dead are roaming everywhere and life is soon the past
There is no place left to hide or run, the sword must have its blood
A sanctuary in the far is calling us to come
The only place to live and fight the future lies within