Up from endless woods at the foot
Of the mountains at the spine of the Earth
Comes the grim horde of possessed warriors
Who have slumbered since the ages of darkness
They shriek and howl with swords held aloft
Glowing red in the light of the dying sun
These are the forgotten warriors of yesterday
Risen again to pillage anew
Onwards! - To rend the earth asunder!
Onwards!, Onwards! - To slay the feeble and inferior...
No more do they sleep beneath the soil
Shrouded in cobweb and dust
They have been summoned to march again
To ruin and twist the land
Now the stifling horror of evil
Will choke out the lives of the innocent
Dark clouds shall suffocate the light in their eyes
And all will be cloaked in the blackest of night
Onwards! - To slay the impotent human race...
Onwards!, Onwards! - To usurp the throne of light!