Far away in the desolate East, something evil has been unleashed The dead are restless, they rise from their graves. The Undead King is calling his slaves "Come!"
Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight the undead march from their kingdom of blight They seek revenge upon all living things Behold the army of the Undead King
[Chorus] In silence they march, hundreds of thousands of living dead For vengeance they march, they will not rest 'til the living is dead
Legions and legions of foul skeletons, rotting zombies and dark fallen ones All have been summoned by the Liche Lord, who will murder the world with this horde "Die!"
Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight the undead march from their kingdom of blight They bring destruction and death to all living things Behold the army of the Great Undead King
The Necromancer is filled with dark mirth, soon he has slain and conquered the Earth At last his revenge is within reach, when all are undead slaves to the Liche
And somewhere in the army of the Undead King marches a blackened corpse that bears a golden ringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
