Give me a wooden cross 
Someone is waiting to be [bad word] 
Don't let him wait too long 
His weakened powers will grow strong 

I cannot wake the living dead 
Since they are already alive 
Standing next to me 
Witness the beauty in the tragedy 

Look at the ones grinning wide sitting in the government 
So self-assured but we all know power is in the wrong man's hands 

They have plans for all mankind they'll rot now one by one 
They'll freeze and they will bleed there is no chosen one 

I cannot wake the dead 
Since they are already alive 
Dancing skeletons scream 
Apostles of Lucifer's dream