Rise o' undead armies
from below the funeral soil
abandon ye cold graves
awake from illusionary dream

Ye who dwellst in cryptic tombs
once tortured spirits seeking for revenge
ghouls the devourers filled with bloodlust
Who shall stand against the restless hordes?

Lifeless riders of abhorrence
furiously slay the enemies
on the edge of thy swords
hunt for wanderers astray
From the woods and ruined castles
follow me for thy last battle
those who ventured from the shelters
they will never find their way

Let the morbid legion walk the land
along with the scythe armed death!