| Kept in the guard of Mother Nature’s womb
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| Rest in the safety of their tomb
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| Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock
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| The spade is the key which their gate we’ll unlock
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| Why should they rest so peacefully
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| When we’re up above in pure misery
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| I don’t care that they already died
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| Well that’s not enough to make me satisfied
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| Waking the dead, waking the dead
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| Wake the dead, wake the dead
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| Waking the dead
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| Wait 'til the stroke of the midnight hour
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| Then we’ll set loose the darkest of power
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| Hell’s gates will open a new Judgement Day
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| Now is the time the dead will pay
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| Why should they rest so peacefully
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| When we’re up above in pure misery
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| I don’t care that they already died
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| Well that’s not enough to make me satisfied
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| Waking the dead, waking the dead
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| Wake the dead, wake the dead
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| Waking the dead
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| Tearing over tombstones, thunder blasts from the sky
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| Now we feel the tears that they cry
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| Mausoleums firebombed now rage in flame
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| When the dead come out, they’re bodies we’ll maim
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| (Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones
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| (Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans
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| (Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal
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| (Soon) soon we will know how good it feels
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| Waking the dead, waking the dead
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| Wake the dead, wake the dead
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| Waking the dead
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| Hell’s gates open, earth trembles and shakes
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| Now their pardons are over, they pay for their mistakes
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| Purgatory hammers, they can do them no good
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| But did they really think that they would
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| (Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones
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| (Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans
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| (Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal
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| (Soon) soon we will know how good it feels
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| (Waking the dead), you said that it couldn’t be
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| (Waking the dead), you said that we wouldn’t see
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| (Waking the dead), you said that it was all lies
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| (Waking the dead), now the dead stand before your own eyes
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| (Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones
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| (Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans
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| (Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal
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| (Soon) soon we will know how good it feels
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| Waking the dead, waking the dead
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| Wake the dead, wake the dead
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| Waking the dead
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| This is not damnation or an act of God
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| Now the dead they rise, ripping through the sod
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| Purgatory has to wait, but how can this be
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| The dead are free, the dead are free
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| (Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones
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| (Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans
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| (Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal
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| (Soon) soon we will know how good it feels
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| Silence is blaring, the earth opens wide
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| History repeats, reburied they die
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| Darkness descends through nature’s pores
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| Now returned to their sleep under earth basement floors
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| Now they rest, not so peacefully
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| As they’ve had a taste of our misery
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| I didn’t care that they’d already died
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| That wasn’t enough to make me satisfied
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| Waking the dead, waking the dead
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| Wake the dead, wake the dead
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| Waking the dead
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| Return back to their tombs, now they lay
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| This is no game for the novice to play
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| Repeat not the word lest ye be forewarned
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| The punishment of hell’s darkness and scorn
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| Repeat not a word of the sermon said
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| A prayer for the dead, don’t play with the dead
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| Don’t try to comprehend what’s going on
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| You can’t understand, please don’t understand
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| Waking The Dead, and we’ll be
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| Waking The Dead, alright now
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| Wake the dead, wake the dead
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| Waking the dead
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| Waking the dead, and we’ll be
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| Waking the dead, alright now, listen, hear
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| I said the words, what have I done
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| I thought it was cool, I thought it was fun
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| The words I say, they start to change
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| The syllables now rearranged
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| A language I can’t comprehend
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| I shut my mouth, it doesn’t end
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| The bowels of nature open wide
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| I cannot move, I cannot hide
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| I can’t believe the things I see
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| The dead are free, the dead are free
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| I close my eyes, pray it’s not real
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| The presence close, coldness I feel
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| What have I done, Lord please forgive
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| Once they died, but now they love
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| I wake the dead, I wake the dead
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| I wake the dead, I wake the dead |