In the lair of the devil, the dead are marching on With no fear to the archangel, the red smokes surround the horde Legions with sharpened axes, leading armies of madness Shields of skulls in the front lines, prepare the way of war
The dead are walking, the king is conquering! The dead are walking, the king is conquering! Running wild dodging arrows, eluding fireballs Shining blades are unsheathing, burning corpses lying on the floor
The dead are walking, the king is conquering! The dead are walking, the king is conquering! The dead are walking, the king is conquering! The dead are walking, the king is conquering!
