March with the Dead Lyrics

Rise in darkest hour.
In depths of Hades invoke the power.
A call for the demons.
The ancient creatures beyond the Dark.

Let the plague flow in.
Through the flesh and out with last breath.
Let the blood be poisoned.
For let it be one with the marching dead.


The visage of life is death.
Its supreme aim and awaited end.
Whatever is the way,
a dark force always hits the veins.
A time for you has come.
Don't loose the chance to feel this state.
Just follow up your thoughts.
Poison your blood, poison your blood!

In the last moment of life,
look into my eyes, not up to the skies.
Bow your head to me and listen carefully
as a Death's disciple not a godly seed.
In the last moment of a life
rise up the chalice of a poisoned blood.
In front of a Reaper you fall on knees.
Look behind him, on the Dead marching.

The aim of death is to hunt,
to possess its army and leave burning fields.
Just join the deadly march
before the Reaper's blade makes you bleed.
Whatever is the path,
the cursed legion possesses thee.
Then rise up the fiery blade.
Cut off your head, cut off your head!

In the last moment of life,
look into my eyes, not up to the skies.
Bow your head to me and listen carefully
as a Death's disciple not a godly seed.
In the last moment of life
rise up the skull of your sacrifice.
In front of a Reaper you fall on knees.
Look behind him, on the Dead marching.

Rise, join the march.
Be one with the flame.
Put the blade to fire
and strike every life on your way.
As loyal apprentice
born once again
be insane force in the deadly dance.

Kill,
let madness win.
And possess
the perfection in sin.
Kill,
fire at will.
And drink the bloody chalice, when it is filled.
By living
your time in death,
taste
a morbid breath.
This monstrous energy will set your poison free.

Die.

Rise.

Kill.

March with the Dead.