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