Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song March of the Dead, artist - Eyes Set to Kill. Album song The World Outside, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 01.06.2009
Record label: BreakSilence
Song language: English
March of the Dead |
The dead is in the march |
They’re soldiers in the dark |
They mourn the living, regret our sinning |
Their bombs are roaring in the dust, they sing a song to us |
Their march is heavy, are we ready yet? |
The bullets fall loose through their skin |
They’re swinging in the wind |
Their march is deadly, are we ready? |
Lock the doors, don’t let them in |
Board it up because our time is slipping and they’re not listening |
Lock the doors, don’t let them in |
Board it up so they can’t win |
There’s no surrender till the dust has settled here |
They mourn the living, regret our sinning |
The dead is in the march |
They’re soldiers spreading fear |
And the beginning of the end is nowhere near, the end is nowhere near |
The time has come to turn around, to send them through the ground |
Their march is heavy, but we’re ready now |
Their bones are cracking through their skin, but they keep on fighting |
Their march is deadly, now we’re ready |
Fight our fire with their rain |
Make them sorry for the time that’s slipping |
And they’re not listening, they’re our shadow in this race |
Live the glory, kill the pain |
There’s no surrender till the dust has settled here |
They mourn the living, regret our sinning |
The dead is in the march |
They’re soldiers spreading fear |
And the beginning of the end is nowhere near, the end is nowhere near |
The end is nowhere near |
Bring on the dead, we will see victory |
Earth soaked in red, fight through the sunrise |
Bring on the dead, we will see victory |
Earth soaked in red, this night is our night |
There’s no surrender till the dust has settled here |
They mourn the living, regret our sinning |
The dead is in the march |
They’re soldiers spreading fear |
And the beginning of the end is nowhere near |
There’s no surrender till the dust has settled here |
They mourn the living, regret our sinning |
The dead is in the march |
They’re soldiers spreading fear |
And the beginning of the end is nowhere near |