Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Waking the Dead, artist - No Mercy. Album song Widespread Bloodshed / Love Runs Red, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 26.03.2015
Record label: Suicidal
Song language: English
Waking the Dead |
Kept in the guard of Mother Nature’s womb |
Rest in the safety of their tomb |
Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock |
The spade is the key which their gate we’ll unlock |
Why should they rest so peacefully |
When we’re up above in pure misery |
I don’t care that they already died |
Well that’s not enough to make me satisfied |
Waking the dead, waking the dead |
Wake the dead, wake the dead |
Waking the dead |
Wait 'til the stroke of the midnight hour |
Then we’ll set loose the darkest of power |
Hell’s gates will open a new Judgement Day |
Now is the time the dead will pay |
Why should they rest so peacefully |
When we’re up above in pure misery |
I don’t care that they already died |
Well that’s not enough to make me satisfied |
Waking the dead, waking the dead |
Wake the dead, wake the dead |
Waking the dead |
Tearing over tombstones, thunder blasts from the sky |
Now we feel the tears that they cry |
Mausoleums firebombed now rage in flame |
When the dead come out, they’re bodies we’ll maim |
(Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones |
(Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans |
(Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal |
(Soon) soon we will know how good it feels |
Waking the dead, waking the dead |
Wake the dead, wake the dead |
Waking the dead |
Hell’s gates open, earth trembles and shakes |
Now their pardons are over, they pay for their mistakes |
Purgatory hammers, they can do them no good |
But did they really think that they would |
(Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones |
(Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans |
(Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal |
(Soon) soon we will know how good it feels |
(Waking the dead), you said that it couldn’t be |
(Waking the dead), you said that we wouldn’t see |
(Waking the dead), you said that it was all lies |
(Waking the dead), now the dead stand before your own eyes |
(Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones |
(Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans |
(Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal |
(Soon) soon we will know how good it feels |
Waking the dead, waking the dead |
Wake the dead, wake the dead |
Waking the dead |
This is not damnation or an act of God |
Now the dead they rise, ripping through the sod |
Purgatory has to wait, but how can this be |
The dead are free, the dead are free |
(Rob) robbing their graves, stealing their bones |
(Bang) banging our heads to their screams and their moans |
(Fix) fixing the wounds even time cannot heal |
(Soon) soon we will know how good it feels |
Silence is blaring, the earth opens wide |
History repeats, reburied they die |
Darkness descends through nature’s pores |
Now returned to their sleep under earth basement floors |
Now they rest, not so peacefully |
As they’ve had a taste of our misery |
I didn’t care that they’d already died |
That wasn’t enough to make me satisfied |
Waking the dead, waking the dead |
Wake the dead, wake the dead |
Waking the dead |
Return back to their tombs, now they lay |
This is no game for the novice to play |
Repeat not the word lest ye be forewarned |
The punishment of hell’s darkness and scorn |
Repeat not a word of the sermon said |
A prayer for the dead, don’t play with the dead |
Don’t try to comprehend what’s going on |
You can’t understand, please don’t understand |
Waking The Dead, and we’ll be |
Waking The Dead, alright now |
Wake the dead, wake the dead |
Waking the dead |
Waking the dead, and we’ll be |
Waking the dead, alright now, listen, hear |
I said the words, what have I done |
I thought it was cool, I thought it was fun |
The words I say, they start to change |
The syllables now rearranged |
A language I can’t comprehend |
I shut my mouth, it doesn’t end |
The bowels of nature open wide |
I cannot move, I cannot hide |
I can’t believe the things I see |
The dead are free, the dead are free |
I close my eyes, pray it’s not real |
The presence close, coldness I feel |
What have I done, Lord please forgive |
Once they died, but now they love |
I wake the dead, I wake the dead |
I wake the dead, I wake the dead |