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The armies met to fight

On a cold December night

With sharpened blade, their leaders say

These seem to be our final days

Their enemies they feast

On the last victims who fell

The rotting flesh of fallen men

Was their last meal as well

Dying for victory

Another soldier falls

Soon to be buried by

A mountain of skulls

They died in a fight that they could not survive

Their souls are forever at war

They endlessly roam, dead yet alive

Waiting to settle the score

No one can stop the army ahead

Their bodies are already hacked

They endlessly roam through the caves of the dead

Awaiting the time to attack...

The battle is won, their souls are now free

They finished their spiritual war

They tore through the army that stood in the way

Their bodies lay dead on the floor

But now those dead soldiers will suffer as well

Starving for brutal revenge

The curse of the dead is doomed to repeat itself

Over and over again