Burnt to cynders the ashes still remain,  Burried under the earth nothing can contain...us.  Burnt to death we still live on,  Slowly we rise in the light of dawn.  As we stand tall and strong we sing the cries of death.    We will rise from the ashes,  That were buried so deep.  We will rise from the ashes,  And awaken from our sleep.    Swallowed by this earth we are given rebirth,  Exit the ashes and enter the earth.  Finally reborn we stand alone,  Killing the fire and everything goes cold.  The clouds grow evil the sky turns red  We have opened the gates to hell.    We will rise from the ashes,  That were buried so deep.  We will rise from the ashes,  And awaken from our sleep.    Into your mind we shall wander  It is your soul we conquer.  Turning your dreams into nightmares  Making your life a living hell.    We will rise from the ashes,  That were buried so deep.  We will rise from the ashes,  And awaken from our sleep.    Far beyond the threshold  From the remains of us  As light slowly fades  We await the final dusk.  >From the ashes buried under  And the serpents blood.  We are the choosen ones  To begin the massacre.    We will rise from the ashes,  That were buried so deep.  We will rise from the ashes,  And awaken from our sleep.