Lyrics Leviathan - Rise from Your Grave

A vagabond upon the hill
Brings with him the stench of death and pain
A foul blade with blood to spill
Searching the blackened seas of hate

I miss them every day they've been gone
Since the madness took them away
I want to bring them back home
Now that I've gone and lost my way

Every day his catch comes closer
Casting lines of sin
Sights to make your blood run colder
Ancient fisherman

He has raised the loved ones I cannot replace
He must raise Leviathan

Wasting away before my eyes
I knew I'd never see her smile again
But there she stood beneath the sky
With jagged fangs and wretched grin

Every day his catch comes closer
Casting lines of sin
Sights to make your blood run colder
Ancient fisherman

He has made a bastard with my lover's face
He cannot raise Leviathan

He has made a bastard with my lover's face
He will raise Leviathan