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