A mist of shadows, walkers of white
Move in darkness out of sight
And as a price, we ask of you a child
Left on stone out in the wild
Stories of old. A legend carved in stone. So we...
Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead
As night has fallen, a legion of death
Still they walk but draw no breath
An endless march, until the end of time
Bound to live in dirt and grime
Stories of old. A legend carved in stone. So we...
Raise, we raise, raise, we raise the dead
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