| Out in the park where they gather in the dark
|
| It’s a scaring atmosphere
|
| Wide open eyes which are following the sign
|
| It is soiled with blood and fear
|
| One by one they’re casting the unholy spell
|
| A promise of murder — a present from hell
|
| Danger for the free — like you hanging on a tree
|
| Law and order is their goal
|
| Shadows are behind you — run and take good care
|
| They will snatch you if you fall
|
| See them marching — hear them screaming
|
| Never
|
| See them marching — hear them screaming
|
| Never we’ll follow their way
|
| March on — straight to hell
|
| With the signs of death in hand
|
| March on — scream and yell
|
| You’re bound for a yesterdays land
|
| One after one they prepare for the run
|
| Latest catchword is to choose
|
| Face to face in an awful race
|
| The pack of hounds is loose
|
| Mortis comes with his loudest boots — beware
|
| A message of yesterdays horror — take care
|
| Wrath in their mind — there’s no reason to find
|
| They will never comprehend
|
| Time is too late for a world to create
|
| That is worth it to defend
|
| See them marching — hear them screaming
|
| Never
|
| See them marching — hear them screaming
|
| Never we’ll follow their way
|
| March on — straight to hell
|
| With the signs of death in hand
|
| March on — scream and yell
|
| You’re bound for a yesterdays land
|
| One by one they’re casting the unholy spell
|
| A promise of murder — a present from hell
|
| March on — straight to hell
|
| With the signs of death in hand
|
| March on — scream and yell
|
| You’re bound for a yesterdays land |