Empty Tombs

Gabriel, his trumpets blows
The end of days, the darkness glows
The rise of seas, and mountain falls
The dead shall rise — judgement to all!
There’s a hole in the sky
There’s a quake of the Earth
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
All tombs are empty! All tombs are empty!
On that final day… All tombs are empty
Angels usher forth the heard
Your deeds are about to be heard
Tremble in fear of the scale
Tipping the scales — descend into Hell
The restless Dead — now leave their beds
Insurmountable light of God
Pass thy judgement onto all
The meek will inherit the lands
The rest the fires will fan
Empty — empty tombs! Empty — empty tombs!
8. In Warm Blood
Bend forward and uncover your arms
This will only take a second
Little girl, there’s no need for alarm, approach the tub
When you’re beckoned
Gather round the young ones now
They will make you stronger
Hold the key to immortal life
Wither away no longer
Aaaarrrrrgh…
Wash the countess, in warm blood
Elizabeth Bathory
Oh but hey, wipe those tears away
You want to follow your friends, don’t you?
They’re back below, playing outside the keep
Now hurry up to join them
Maybe you’d want to look away?
But see, it was almost painless
You feel sleepy, yes, so please have nap
Join your friends slumbering dreamless
See the steam from the gilded tub rise
The taste the metal is rich in the air
Candles barely lit the darkened room
As the inner door swings open
Enter Countess, and drop your robe
Slip into the pool of life
Hold the chalice, above your head
Baptize yourself a beautiful red
Aaaaahhh… rise up and behold your reflection
Drenched in blood, a woman of perfection