The Conjuring (Galloglass)

They raise their glasses, as he surveys unseen Wrath is increasing, anger makes his eyes gleam Seeing his foes, celebrating their victory He gives a promise, that he will destroy his enemy Godforsaken fools..... I will return Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light Up from your graves, into the night Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light Up from your graves, into the night As he stands nearby, he speaks the incantation Tearing the dead, back from their damnation Ground starts to quake, as they return from their graves Thousands of corpses, rushing ahead like waves Godforsaken fools..... I will return Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light Up from your graves, into the night Raise, raise, my dark fiends of light Up from your graves, into the night Follow him blind, they have heard his call Incessantly marching, heading for the fall Clattering blades, made to strike and kill Thirsting for blood, their task they will fulfill Raise, raise, the dark fiends of light Up from your graves, into the night Raise, raise, the dark fiends of light Up from your graves, into the night