Far away in the desolate East,

something evil has been unleashed

The dead are restless, they rise from their graves.

The Undead King is calling his slaves

"Come!"



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Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight

the undead march from their kingdom of blight

They seek revenge upon all living things

Behold the army of the Undead King



[Chorus]

In silence they march,

hundreds of thousands of living dead

For vengeance they march,

they will not rest 'til the living is dead



Legions and legions of foul skeletons,

rotting zombies and dark fallen ones

All have been summoned by the Liche Lord,

who will murder the world with this horde

"Die!"



[Pre Chorus]

Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight

the undead march from their kingdom of blight

They bring destruction and death to all living things

Behold the army of the Great Undead King



[Chorus]



[Bridge]

The Necromancer is filled with dark mirth,

soon he has slain and conquered the Earth

At last his revenge is within reach,

when all are undead slaves to the Liche



[Solo Dahl, Nyberg]

[Pre Chorus]

[Chorus]



[Outro]

And somewhere in the army of the Undead King

marches a blackened corpse that bears a golden ring