The armies met to fight On a cold December night With sharpened blade, their leaders say These seem to be our final days Their enemies they feast On the last victims who fell The rotting flesh of fallen men Was their last meal as well Dying for victory Another soldier falls Soon to be buried by A mountain of skulls They died in a fight that they could not survive Their souls are forever at war They endlessly roam, dead yet alive Waiting to settle the score No one can stop the army ahead Their bodies are already hacked They endlessly roam through the caves of the dead Awaiting the time to attack The battle is won, their souls are now free They finished their spiritual war They tore through the army that stood in the way Their bodies lay dead on the floor But now those dead soldiers will suffer as well Starving for brutal revenge The curse of the dead is doomed to repeat itself Over and over again