From the graves

We crave life, our purpose for told.
We keep life, behind cold stone.
We dwell in the savage garden.
For our sins there is no pardon.

Blood are the tears that fall from her eyes.
Blood keeps us warm and blood gets us high.
Death stops your pulse, and death gives us life.
From the graves of our days, we shall rise.
We shall rise, we shall rise, we shall rise.

Blood on the ground and blood in the skies.
We seek to drain what gives you your life.
Days are unsure when blood fills the sky.
From the graves of our days, we shall rise.
We shall rise, we shall rise, we shall rise.

Death is the god and death takes your life.
Never to walk again in the light.
All that i am, is all you despise.
From the graves of our days, we shall rise.

I want to crush, your life in my hands.
I'll see you lose, i'll win the hand.
I am the one. i have the power.
I'll fight till death. your final…..

Never at peace, never alive, never real, never quite.
Pity the man who's turned off his mind.
From the graves of our days we shall rise.

I want to crush, your heart in my hands.
I'll drain you dry, i will command.
I am the one. i have the power.
I'll fight till death. your final hour.

Whip snaps tight, ever black ever night.
Whip snaps tight, ever black ever night.

We have what it takes to prosper.
We feel your thoughts, we feel the hour.
Give in to, what is your mind.
Feel this world, see all it's signs.

Some fall from grace - others rise.
Some tell the truth - others lie.
This is the world that plots your demise.
We hear the thoughts that you try to hide.
Behind your smiles we see your disquise.
From the graves of our days we shall rise.
Rise, rise, rise, rise!!!