Season of the undead nears Lying waiting the rite Spiritual visions appear To fulfill the prophecy These walls stained by blood Of immortality Haunted through centuries By souls of mortality Laid down to rest In unholy ground Ancient creation of man Supposed to never appear. These walls stained by blood Of immortality Haunted through centuries By souls of mortality Season of the undead nears Lying waiting the rite Spiritual visions appear To fulfill the prophecy These walls stained by blood Of immortality Haunted through centuries By souls of mortality