Raise the dead
to hear them scream again
It's a prize in it's own right
Equal in death at last,
with no expectation made
There's no escape in this
and that's how it ends

This is my ceremony
blood rite to spite your kind

Smalltown kings and queens
Falling over-it's so concealed.

So let this day remain and linger
(until)the memories [bad word] crawling your way
Sinking deeper,
closer to who you were
The pain will [bad word] 
bring you home

This is my ceremony
blood rite to spite your kind
fire burning deep within me

 [bad word] stone in time
sink into oblivion, endless..
Crawl
 [bad word] the master of this pyramid
Venom [bad word] like blood through you veins

The more you deny it
the closer it gets
Resisting is futile,
this ends in a coffin kiss.

This is my ceremony
blood rite to spite your kind
fire burning deep within me