Buried deep down in the ground, long ago forgotten sorrow Smoldering, in the grave, nothing but a memory In the past a promised future, stolen by too many lies A chance for vengeance and redemption, stirs the rotting corpse to rise No souls are saved, No prayers for the weeping Arise from the grave, Exhumed for the Reaping A new life is born, out of the ashes Alive with a passion, passion to kill Now the, sharpened, sickle will swing To harvest the in corrupted remains No souls are saved, No prayers for the weeping Arise from the grave, Exhumed for the Reaping SOLO SECTION From the unconsecrated, hole in the earth Revived, restored, resurrected To dredge up the hopes, and dreams of the dead The whirlwind has come, to reap what was sown. No souls are saved, No prayers for the weeping Arise from the grave, Exhumed for the Reaping And on the darkest night, that which was dead Returned to the living...once again, to walk the earth...in madness! SOLO SECTION No souls are saved, No prayers for the weeping Arise from the grave, Exhumed for the Reaping No souls are saved, No prayers for the weeping Arise from the grave, Exhumed for the Reaping