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High above out on the skyline

Dark shapes begin to form

Twilight descends, golden rays

Over fields of the fallen

Lilitu is in love

And ready to strike

Come to her fire

Come to her sabbath flame

Tonight darling

We're gonna raise the dead

Spell shock

The fist that rules the throne

Spell shock

Cuts you to the bone

Spell shock

The chains are broken

Spell shock

The gates are open

She'll take your soul

But you won't feel it

Sparkling hypnotic magic eye

Will make you need it

Blood from the heavens

Shatters the sky

Storms of iron and fire

Profane invocations

Ring loudly into the air

If you wish to live free

You need only follow

Come to her fire

Come to her sabbath flame

Tonight darling

We're gonna raise the dead