the cold wind comes slow and down bringing a dark foggy night reborn from a distant past the day of the living 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 ripping you limb to limb a sequence of bloody crimes dead bodies loosing energy killing everyone till deform this way they ll be reborn sucking your hot virgin blood breaking you into fucking pieces gonna take your fucking life but soon they ll be back 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