(Composição: João Paulo Francis e Fábio Moreira) The cold wind comes slow and down Bringin' a dark foggy night Reborn from a distant past The day of the live and dead Killers will raise from the ground Deformed faces, and damaged brains The time has worked to create The perfect machine of death Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck Till your face turns to blue From death they get back Killing is just what they do Deathraiser When the dead returns to kill There'll be nowhere for you to run When you see the cold eyes of death Creatures that can't be stopped Rippin' you limb to limb A sequence of bloody crimes Dead bodies loosing energy Kiling everyone till deform This way they'll be reborn Suckn' your hot virgin blood Breakin' you into fuckin' pieces Gonna take your fuckin' life But soon they'll be back Rotten hands gonna squeeze your neck Till you face turns to blue From death they get back Killing is just what they do Deathraiser When the dead returns to kill
