1. DEATHMARCH

An evening falls

On this moonless night

A temple black and burnt


The necromancer

With souls unfreed

Crawl’s through the ashes




They Hunt

They Feed

Hungry but without need

The Deathmarch of slaves

Like Flies

They Spread

Commanded to infect

A land of the living dead





“Arise, My minions”

So cast’s the vile lord

The brigade answers the call


Hands clawing

Eyes rotting

An army ready for war




They Hunt

They Feed

Hungry but without need

The Deathmarch of slaves

Like Flies

They Spread

Commanded to infect

A land of the living dead







Will you walk with me?
Will you walk with me?



They Hunt

They Feed

Hungry but without need

The Deathmarch of slaves

Like Flies

They Spread

Commanded to infect

A land of the living dead





Will you walk with me?