We never would have thought that we were dead
We were torn limb from limb
Let us unite as our battle hymn
Our spirits rise from our shattered remains
No bodies to speak of but the passion retains
We have died and returned as a phantom
Nothing can stop our push for power
The asphalt stains a shade of red
We never would have thought that we were dead
We wont rise from our ashes our host
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts
Black smoke drown out, a birth to be obscene
The critics try to suffocate the flames with gasoline
Smoke and flames couldn't stop us now
We will forever live to haunt this town
We have died and returned as a phantom
Nothing can stop our push for power
The asphalt stains a shade of red
We never would have thought that we were dead
We wont rise from our ashes our host
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts
The asphalt stains a shade of red
We never would have thought that we were dead
We wont rise from our ashes our host
The afterlife means we reign as ghosts