They raise their glasses, as he surveys unseen   Wrath is increasing, anger makes his eyes gleam   Seeing his foes, celebrating their victory   He gives a promise, that he will destroy his enemy   Godforsaken fools..... I will return      Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light   Up from your graves, into the night   Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light   Up from your graves, into the night      As he stands nearby, he speaks the incantation   Tearing the dead, back from their damnation   Ground starts to quake, as they return from their graves   Thousands of corpses, rushing ahead like waves   Godforsaken fools..... I will return      Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light   Up from your graves, into the night   Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light   Up from your graves, into the night      Follow him blind, they have heard his call   Incessantly marching, heading for the fall   Clattering blades, made to strike and kill   Thirsting for blood, their task they will fulfill      Raise, raise, the dark fiends of light   Up from your graves, into the night   Raise, raise, the dark fiends of light   Up from your graves, into the night