Deathraiser - Attomica

The cold wind comes slow and down

Bringing a dark foggy night

Reborn from a distant past

The day of the living and dead

Killers will raise from the ground

Deformed faces, and damaged brains

The time has worked to create

The perfect machine of death

Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck

Till your face turns to blue

From death they get back

Killing is just what they do

Deathraiser

When the dead returns to kill

There’ll be nowhere for you to run

When you see the cold eyes of death

Creatures that can’t be stopped

Ripping you limb to limb

A sequence of bloody crimes

Dead bodies loosing energy

Killing everyone till deform

This way they’ll be reborn

Sucking your hot virgin blood

Breaking you into fucking pieces

Gonna take your fucking life

But soon they’ll be back

Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck

Till your face turns to blue

From death they get back

Killing is just what they do

Deathraiser

When the dead returns to kill