Deathraiser - Attomica

The cold wind comes slow and down

Bringin' a dark foggy night

Reborn from a distant past

The day of the live 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

Rippin' you limb to limb

A sequence of bloody crimes

Dead bodies loosing energy

Kiling everyone till deform

This way they’ll be reborn

Suckn' your hot virgin blood

Breakin' you into fuckin' pieces

Gonna take your fuckin' life

But soon they’ll be back

Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck

Till you face turns to blue

From death they get back

Killing is just what they do

Deathraiser

When the dead returns to kill