Welcome, Revenants 1

Fifty-five years since you left this place, afterlife is calling. Many more moons

have passed me by, left me dark and haunted, haunted.

And now you're back from the dead, it doesn't make things right.

I know it eats you up inside, in the dead of night.

Heaven help us now, while our hearts are on the ground. Dust off and

arise, take off our disguise, welcome the revenants. Throw a coin

in the wishing well, on this black day in hell. Dust off and

arise, take off our disguise, enter the revenants. I'm not so