The Dead Will March - Hatchet

Breaking from the tombs with hate, to drink your blood

Tearing at your flesh, there is nowhere to run

Crying to your god, beg for security

Running in despair but there is no sanctuary

Cruelest visions of horror, they want to crush your skull

You’ve fallen victim, now submit unto their ridicule

Hunting you to the ground, prepare to die

Destroy you will, this fight you won’t survive

Coming from the ground creatures of Hell arise

Closing in on you, now meet your demise

Prayers won’t be heard for destiny now calls

Their missing never ends until they conquer all

Hear them march to the beat of total genocide

To rid the Earth of foolish mortal lies

Armed for the fight they tear you limb from limb

No use in fighting back because you will never

Fight 'till death, faceless bodies close in on you

One last breath, take it in before they bury you

Throne to defend, lifeless hands about to strangle you

One last breath, now face the horrors that subject to you

No place to run, no time to hide

The dead will march

The end is here, your time to die

The dead will march

Killing the weak, watch them fall

The dead will march

The dead ones walk, bow to them all

The dead will march

Corpses piled high amongst a burning sky

An ancient oath of blood sworn to take your life

Smell of rotting flesh, you feel closer to death

Putrefying stench, now take your last breath

Haunting chants enhance from everywhere you turn

Closing in on you, now you begin to burn

As they terminate you like a parasite

Sanity wears thin as you prepare to die