Album: A Feast for the Fallen
Let's go hang at the graveyard
Dressed up, nowhere to go
We'll smoke pot and dance on the tombstones
'Cos this morbid shit is so a la mode
Let's freak ourselves out
We can have a blast
Let's freak each other out 'til we're too scared to laugh
But what's that sound?
All the devils down in hell crying for release
And what's that twisted shape
That's lurching in between the trees?
My blood runs cold
Pure cold terror fills my mind in the baleful night
I recognise the hateful truth -
The dead are coming back to life!
Resurrection Cemetery
Now all around
I hear cries of pain and fear as the corpses feed
We've found a thrill that's further out
Than any of our wildest dreams
Let's party down
Down at the graveyard
Let's rock and roll
Down at the graveyard
Resurrection Cemetery