Year Of The Dead Lyrics

Year Of The Dead lyrics

Dawn my skin

Thinking of memories

In my yesterdays dream



And the truth was in

Watching as children pass

Over birds of the sin



And the Son will rise

Like a morning star overhead

Bring on the days 

In the year of the Dead



Judge me true

Thinking of all these white 

And the kings of youth



With their nights so bright

Cutting through darkest of hour

And the main glass filled



And the Son will rise

Like a morning star overhead

Bring on the days 

In the year of the dead



And the Son will rise

Shining just and still overhead

Washing away

In the year of the dead



Open and remember me

You want to open to be free

You want to open remember

You want to open to be free

You've got to get up, get up, go remember me

You've got to get up, get up, go to be free

You've got to get up, get up, go remember me

You've got to get up, get up, go to be free