| Far away in the desolate East,
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| something evil has been unleashed
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| The dead are restless, they rise from their graves.
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| The Undead King is calling his slaves
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| «Come!»
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| Pre Chorus
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| Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight
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| the undead march from their kingdom of blight
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| They seek revenge upon all living things
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| Behold the army of the Undead King
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| Chorus
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| In silence they march,
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| hundreds of thousands of living dead
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| For vengeance they march,
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| they will not rest 'til the living is dead
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| Legions and legions of foul skeletons,
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| rotting zombies and dark fallen ones
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| All have been summoned by the Liche Lord,
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| who will murder the world with this horde
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| «Die!»
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| Pre Chorus
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| Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight
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| the undead march from their kingdom of blight
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| They bring destruction and death to all living things
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| Behold the army of the Great Undead King
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| Chorus
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| Bridge
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| The Necromancer is filled with dark mirth,
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| soon he has slain and conquered the Earth
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| At last his revenge is within reach,
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| when all are undead slaves to the Liche
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| Solo Dahl, Nyberg
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| Pre Chorus
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| Chorus
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| Outro
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| And somewhere in the army of the Undead King
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| marches a blackened corpse that bears a golden ring |