Walk among the tombstones, graves dug long ago
Fresh dirt lay before them, a plague befell them so
The dead rise up with little rest, a lust for living flesh
They form a herd, they sweep the land, only leaving death
Now the fiends control the world, they build a hell on earth
They rewrite the history and call it heaven's birth
Dissenters are sent away, seen no other day
A life enslaved, among the dead and depraved, I say!
The good guys never win!
this is fiction after all
Evil undoubtedly falls!
Warriors will hear the call!
Songs of victory will fill our hall
This shall be my enemy's TOMB!
I strike Thee, with a mortal wound!
I'll smash thee, into a fine dust!
Cry for mercy, if you must!
Breath your last breath
I'll take from you the rest.
Die, are you prepared?
Nigh, without despair.
this is fiction after all
Evil undoubtedly falls!
Warriors will hear the call!
Songs of victory will fill our hall
March forth, into certain doom!
Hold nothing back, from evil's goons!
Stand on my back no more!
We shall meet in war!
Breath your last breath
I'll take from you the rest.
Die, are you prepared?
Nigh, without despair.
this is fiction after all
Evil undoubtedly falls!
Warriors will hear the call!
Songs of victory will fill our hallx2