Damien's Procession (March Of The Undead)

Dawn of the carnage, troops cross the mire
Out from the grave of the damned
The blairing of trumpets, the pounding of drums
The armies of evil arise
Bloodlust assassins, cast up from hell
Pursuing their unfulfilled task
Soldiers of doom are returning to war
Striking with wrath and revenge

Burning
Fighting
Marching
Through entrails and blood
Malling
Falling
Recalling
The wounds of their past

Spirits ascending, a cause for dispair
Bringing miltias of death
Cries of the thousands, their mourning is heard
Above roaring war machines
The clashing of steel, a calling to arms
Corpses call out for his name
A coming of demons, the prophets of fate
The unholy outcome remains

Raping
Taking
Foresaking
That which is known
Pounding
And stalking
Crossing
Into the tomb of the fire

Creatures of darkness, nightmares reborn
The undead walk the earth
Their bitter triumph
All will mourn
In hymns to take them away
Inhuman madness, in hell's battleground
The sacred blood on their hands
Thirsting for vengeance, their souls in lament
Taking the torment away

The pain and the glary, the fight and the shame
Sinners beware of the night
Battered and ravaged, a savage domain
Their mission of evil and might
Wielding forward, sounding alarm
Untold destruction abounds
A mindless armada, a mission of death
Their unending fate waits in hell

Burning
Fighting
Marching
Through entrails and blood
Malling
Falling
Recalling
The wounds of their past