Lusts are satisfied and
Graves are desecrated
The master raises his wand

And calls his faithful subordinates

He utters the unholy incantation

And starts this morbid ceremony
They pray for the vital power from unknown
So deceased corpses would live again


The wind of immortality
Blows the spirit into their souls


Mould under the tombstones
Ripples from movements of bones

Corpses rise from the graves
The invocation has come true


Cemetery has born to live
Legion of death performs their duty
The chosen are allowed to live

The others judgement will be death

Judgement will be death...