When lonesome stood over me A future shadow He boasted and sang to me Farewell, so long I'll awake you From this living sleep We'll walk the shore Where you were born In bed with me Pull the white sheet off your face March forward, my son A battle beyond frozen years Only for dogs here We will rise from the killing floor Like a matador The stained glass of bovine eyes Can see right through every tombstone lie Let us retrace every step Out of this world And every ditch, every ditch We will be when you will be no more No more The stained glass up the hangman's ass We served you well, now we're coming back Atop the weight Of conscious ghosts We'll jump the gates And live to rise, we will rise We will rise from the killing floor Like a matador ♪ Let the dead live (ah-ah) May the dead live (ah-ah) And the dead live (ah-ah) What more can we give? (Ah-ah) Let the dead live (ah-ah) May the dead live (ah-ah) And the dead live (ah-ah), yeah, hehey (Ah-ah) The dead live (ah-ah)