Sadistic Force - The Living Grave Lyrics

The whispers from the woods. The devil's curse
Invoke the essence of the sanguine chalice
A melody so rousing
Enchanting souls with a sadistic madness

The dark wind is blowing. There's death on the river
Tombstones arise in the necrolithic age
The rider on the storm wields the whip of the reaper
Hellhounds are heralding the last of your days
Rise up and cast off the chains that surround you
Dragging you down in that hideous domain
Resist the pull of the foreboding darkness
Exhume your spirit from the living grave

At the cemeteries edge
A witch doctor appears
What do you truly desire
What do you truly fear

The dark wind is blowing. There's death on the river
Tombstones arise in the necrolithic age
The rider on the storm wields the whip of the reaper
Hellhounds are heralding the last of your days
Rise up and cast off the chains that surround you
Dragging you down in that hideous domain
Resist the pull of the foreboding darkness
Exhume your spirit from the living grave

Deities come forth in the splendor of the night
Cloaked in the embrace of otherworldly light
Shadows surround you. They're calling your name
Beckoning you closer to the living grave

The dark wind is blowing. There's death on the river
Tombstones arise in the necrolithic age
The rider on the storm wields the whip of the reaper
Hellhounds are heralding the last of your days
Rise up and cast off the chains that surround you
Dragging you down in that hideous domain
Resist the pull of the foreboding darkness
Exhume your spirit from the living grave