Put your hands into mud My eager friends up heave! This moldy soil rub in your face Eons to conceive With their heads in my hands Soon reborn and bred Pile them up, bone by bone An army of undead I see an ancient light I claim this burial site Put your hands into mud My eager friends up heave! The moldy soil rub in your face Eons to conceive With their heads in my hands Soon reborn and bred Pile them up, bone by bone An army of undead See them marching through the trees Unearthed, henceforth released