Lyric Proud To Be Dead

Here at the end of the grave
Like a premature sleep
the result of the brave

Proud to be Dead

We ll search through infinity
and revenge with our trinity
With the power of a million horses
We are the mightiest of forces

Proud to be Dead

Solid like a group of hundred men
They ll seem like only ten
When we re back for them again

Now our death-tour begins
we ll bring back the head
of the comittor of the sins
A feeling of akward self-esteem
Our promise we ll redeem
how unstable that may seem

Proud to be Dead

We ve came to pay respect
your death we will revenge
where you lay I suspect
That you ll be

Proud to be Dead