Empty Tombs - Witchery

Gabriel, his trumpets blows

The end of days, the darkness glows

The rise of seas, and mountain falls

The dead shall rise — judgement to all!

There’s a hole in the sky

There’s a quake of the Earth

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere to run

All tombs are empty!

All tombs are empty!

On that final day… All tombs are empty

Angels usher forth the heard

Your deeds are about to be heard

Tremble in fear of the scale

Tipping the scales — descend into Hell

The restless Dead — now leave their beds

Insurmountable light of God

Pass thy judgement onto all

The meek will inherit the lands

The rest the fires will fan

Empty — empty tombs!

Empty — empty tombs!

8. In Warm Blood

Bend forward and uncover your arms

This will only take a second

Little girl, there’s no need for alarm, approach the tub

When you’re beckoned

Gather round the young ones now

They will make you stronger

Hold the key to immortal life

Wither away no longer

Aaaarrrrrgh…

Wash the countess, in warm blood

Elizabeth Bathory

Oh but hey, wipe those tears away

You want to follow your friends, don’t you?

They’re back below, playing outside the keep

Now hurry up to join them

Maybe you’d want to look away?

But see, it was almost painless

You feel sleepy, yes, so please have nap

Join your friends slumbering dreamless

See the steam from the gilded tub rise

The taste the metal is rich in the air

Candles barely lit the darkened room

As the inner door swings open

Enter Countess, and drop your robe

Slip into the pool of life

Hold the chalice, above your head

Baptize yourself a beautiful red

Aaaaahhh… rise up and behold your reflection

Drenched in blood, a woman of perfection