Original lyrics

EN

A mist of shadows, walkers of white Move in darkness out of sight And as a price, we ask of you a child Left on stone out in the wild Stories of old A legend carved in stone So we Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead As night has fallen, a legion of death Still they walk but draw no breath An endless march, until the end of time Bound to live in dirt and grime Stories of old A legend carved in stone So we Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead Stories of old A legend carved in stone So we Raise, raise, raise, we raise the dead Raise, raise, raise, we raise the dead Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead