All delight in misery
These words are what he said
We'll dance to darkness' symphony
As we dance to wake the dead

The dead can talk, and the dead may walk
The light in your eyes makes you someone to stalk
If I was any closer I could feel the pulse in your neck
With your nerves a mess, and your head a wreck

With a voice to pierce the light of the sky
Deliverance of sin to a hellish demise
We'll cover this earth!
We'll paint it all red!
This is the symphony of the dead!

Wake the dead!
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead!

All delight in misery
These words are what he said
We'll dance to darkness' symphony
As we dance to wake the dead

Wake the dead!
Wake the dead
Wake the dead
Wake the dead!

This is the symphony of the dead!
The symphony of the dead!