Thunder howls, The King will rise again   The time has come, to pay for all your sins   Silence shattered by his gasping cries   His savage touch will end your world of lies      Who has dared to desecrate his crypt   Shall soon be hanging lifeless in his grip   Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom   For he has freshly risen from the tomb      Crown upon his head   King of the Dead      The sword descends, the blood shall fall like rain   Its rising tide will cleanse your world of pain   His grip will rob the living of their breath   For as he ruled in life, he rules in death