Witchskull – Raise the Dead Lyrics

Go tell the others
Father has died
Will Mother forgive him
For the things
That he said and done

A place of forgiveness
A place where lovers die
In this garden of crosses
It's a place to raise the dead

Sever the hours
A servant of knives
The stained glass reflecting
All the thoughts
That are clouded red

A place of forgiveness
It's a home where shadows die
In this garden of crosses
It's a place to raise the dead