Season of the undead nears
Lying waiting the rite
Spiritual visions appear 
To fulfill the prophecy

These walls stained 
By blood of immortality
Haunted through centuries 
By souls of morality

Laid down to rest
In unholy ground
Ancient creation man
Supposed to never appear

These walls stained 
By blood of immortality
Haunted through centuries 
By souls of morality

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Season of the undead nears
Lying waiting the rite
Spiritual visions appear 
To fulfill the prophecy

These walls stained 
By blood of immortality
Haunted through centuries 
By souls of morality