Revenant
Malus mortuus magus
Sanctus funus ritus

Put the coffins in upside-down
Keep the restless dead in the ground
Possessed by some malevolence
Will the burial rites ensure
That the souls of the dead be pure
Lest they return as revenants

Bury them, bury them face towards Hell
Bury them, bury them face towards Hell
Can you hear them?
Can you see them?
Well I can hear the graves churning in the night
Can you hear them?
Can you see them?
I feel the teeth of the revenant in my soul

Malus mortuus magus
Sanctus funus ritus
Bloated horrors with fangs of white
Coming for the ones sleeping tight
You hear them rasping at the door
Put an axe in the ones you love
'Fore they come for the ones above
Hell is not patient anymore
Not anymore

Bury them, bury them face towards Hell
Bury them, bury them face towards Hell
Can you hear them?
Can you see them?
Well I can hear the graves churning in the night
Can you hear them?
Can you see them?
I feel the teeth of the revenant in my soul