March of the Dead Lyrics


The rotting death

follows you everywhere

look at your back

and have much beware

the fear in your head

suffer until find scape

deep inside of your soul

the flesh is not your way

Pray, is the lie of the weak

Come to your fate

fight this is not the end

hold!!! or join to the fucking dead

Kill or die

March of the dead

quit or fight

raise your fists, show might

feel their fear

the dead is near

unleash your fucking wrath

Alright

March of the dead

Kill or die

March of the dead

quit or fight

raise your fists, show might

feel their fear

the dead is near

unleash your fucking wrath

Come on

March of the fucking dead

Alright

March of the fucking dead