Speak to me father from beyond the grave Come to me mother I have found the way Here in the darkness where they cannot see Call on the saints to set the spirits free Bone, blood, and ash offered to the well Open the doorway from heaven and hell Mansions like graveyards, foundations of the past Death has been turned and life begins at last Our legacy was buried Our names unknown The bodies may be lost But their souls live on and on In the house of bones Deeper through the swampland, there is music here again Raging from the house built on the backs of stolen men Blood bound to the earth where bodies lie in unmarked graves Two hundred years of servitude from the children of their slaves The house of bones will rise The voodoo in my blood can’t be denied The time has come for the servants of the past To rise again and sing with pride In the house of bones Harmless little hexes and a curse upon their name Their egotistic cruelty was the only thing to blame A plague falls upon the home and carries loved ones to the ground The mistress of the house is dragged into the swamp and drowned The house of bones will rise The voodoo in my blood can’t be denied The time has come for the servants of the past To rise again and sing with pride In the house of bones The house of bones will rise The voodoo in my blood can’t be denied The time has come for the servants of the past To rise again and sing with pride In the house of bones You know that judgment for your sins will come to pass And you know the tyranny of greed can never last You can’t escape the past The time has come for the lost forgotten souls to stake their claim Rise above, sing, proclaim They can never erase your name Your blood cannot be tamed