The Blood Will Rise

An ancient bell tolls through the night,
Across the fields, no soul in sight.
The ashes breathe, the darkness calls,
Through the ruins, through the walls.

The bloodline breaks, the thread is torn,
Who will bury the dead at dawn?
Who will mourn the fallen souls,
Beneath the skies, where darkness crawls?

Chorus

The wicked gather, hear them rise!
The ghouls are coming through the skies!
Bloodthirsty demons scream for more,
The bats are howling, death is at the door!

The vampire dances, wild and dire,
A feast awaits in blood and fire!

Verse 2

Human blood is not a stream
That feeds the dead within their dreams.
No mortal flesh, no living soul,
Can quench the thirst that takes its toll.

The blood runs red, a crimson tide,
Through endless time, it will not hide.
Where can they find the young and fair,
The living beauty, anywhere?

Chorus

The wicked gather, hear them rise!
The ghouls are coming through the skies!
Bloodthirsty demons scream for more,
The bats are howling, death is at the door!

The vampire dances, wild and dire,
A feast awaits in blood and fire!