Rise of the Dead - Interment

We’re gathering forward

Towards the gates of hell

We’re awaiting salvation

In the chambers of grief

We’re praising the black goat

As we revel in flesh

Feeling the darkness

Drowned in a stream of death

We’re born for burning

At the gates of hell

We’re born for burning

We follow the path

With bloodstained eyes

Dark recollections

The echoes of wrath

Our final damnation

Slowly we’ll rot

Feeling the fire

We will kiss the goat

We’re born for burning

At the gates of hell

We’re born for burning

At the gates of hell

The rise of the dead

From the tombs of wrath