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Under a cold dark moon

The moldy earth it shifts and moves

Shadow figures darting to and from

The dead not known to man has come

Hidden in a cloudy veil

A bloody reflection and deathly pale

Skin ripped and flesh to pieces torn

Clothes moth-eaten worn

Called upon to march again

To raid and slaughter countless men

Dark runes are drawn into the earth

Give life to death, inverted birth

Chains break and fail to matter

Bindings fail and then they shatter

Release the force that was detained

Re-animated, now out to hate

Bound by its master's stake, freed from its cage

Back from grave

To life a slave

Cursed to be undying

Out from the ground

To unlife bound

Forced to keep reviving now

Chosen unwilling by death compelled

Acknowledging the unholy calling knell

March for doom, marching to the blackest dawn

Constrained, restrained made to live on

Bound by its master's stake, freed from its cage

Back from grave

To life a slave

Cursed to be undying

Out from the ground

To unlife bound

Forced to keep reviving now