Coming forth from the horizon, an army of the dead On top of woolly mammoths they ride, galloping ahead Across the mountains pillaging all that is in sight Satisfying the ancient ones, death it's appetite.
As the stars align Signaling our demise We take arms and fight To save our lives
They are closing in We will never win Against forces undead, we shall bow our heads
Everyone is dying, those who fear it's might Of the few, of the unbroken, who will stand and fight.
Against forces undead, we shall bow our heads What can we do, we've succumbed to you.