things Behold the army of the Undead King Chorus In silence they march, hundreds of thousands of living dead For vengeance they march, they will not
1660, a child was born, who grew up to be a man of greed and scorn Born a noble, but denied his legacy, young Adrian began a life of piracy Possessed
Ever since I took that black sword of might from the hands of a fallen tainted Chaos knight, a dark presence has grown inside of me and merged with my
upon all living things Behold the army of the Undead King [Chorus] In silence they march, hundreds of thousands of living dead For vengeance they march, they
Like a bolting herd they came from the gates of hell All baptised in the Devil's name to serve under his bell In the wind you hear them scream "Time
You sworn the sacred oath to God and to the evil beast below, and then you took place as the Grim Reaper You were supposed to bring the souls from all
his trace All are damned who see his face He won't rest 'til that day when they meet again [Chorus] [Solo Both, Dahl, Nyberg] He won't rest 'til that day when they
There he stood before the black iron throne, watching the dreadful creature of bone On its fingers gleamed silver and gold Fear battled greed, would
from death and despair [Pre Chorus] The victims of war who had once met their fate have now been reborn to an army of hate Led by their king they'll
Born in the sky a million years ago Raised by the stars. The whole universe I know Faster than light and brighter than the sun Blazing up high. I'm a
shadows Snow is slowly falling, I feel something calling Something is wrong in this landscape of ice, and I can almost sense reality's demise I rub my eyes
: "Burn it down to the ground!" I can see the whores of Chaos, damned women who practise dark lore Righteous men they try to capture Well, they shall
Strong winds on the sea of the damned The high waves break the land Bright sunlight is melting the snow The winter land starts to flow Springtime is
You can't see my eyes, you can't see my eyes They don't see yours Hear me when I say, "They don't mind at all" It's the rain that I hear coming, not
. The end of their own existence? In death they had no belief. Despite all the faith in their queen they couldn't believe what they had seen. What was
kiss Now your pretty eyes Say these precious lies We're just beautiful imitations They were Almost diamonds Scratched perfection Almost diamonds Tears in glycerine Catch our teardrops As they
