Thunder howls, The King will rise againnThe time has come, to pay for all your sinsnSilence shattered by his gasping criesnHis savage touch will end your world of liesnnWho has dared to desecrate his cryptnShall soon be hanging lifeless in his gripnWho has dared to stalk him in the gloomnFor he has freshly risen from the tombnnCrown upon his headnKing of the DeadnnThe sword descends, the blood shall fall like rainnIts rising tide will cleanse your world of painnHis grip will rob the living of their breathnFor as he ruled in life, he rules in death