The sound of the steeds and bones, haunt the night
Bringing death, and reaping souls
Marching through the darkness, a great legion
Filthy souls, filled with hatred against those who live
They are led by, an unknown king who seeks vengeance against mortals
Every night they appear, in your nightmares or in dreams
No one escapes from the hands of death, your spirit will be free
After the murder, you will be part of our legion
One day all the dead were mortal
The screams at night still fright me
I'm now part of their ghost army
And you will also be a part of the night
They are led by, an unknown king who seeks vengeance against mortals
Every night they appear, in your nightmares or in dreams
No one escapes from the hands of death, your spirit will be free
After the murder, you will be part of our legion