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...