Beyond The Gates
Between The Living And Dead
Oh Holy Cemetary
There stands a crypt
Next To Stone Angels
And Monoments
I walk at night
And hear a Cry
Rise Of Fear!
Death is near
Something rises from the grave
my soul to enslave
slowly Im moving
Towards the sound
what ungodly beings
Are on this sacred ground
I stand before
the wodden door
I feel the saints
are with me nomore
Rise Of Fear
Death Is near
something rises from the grave
my soul to enslave
Entering In
Through the cracks of Death
Staring At Something
That takes my breath
Before me a tomb
It bears my name
My soul crys out
and leaves me no more the same
Rise Of Fear
Death IS Near
Something Rises From The Grave
My Soul To Enslave