Up from endless woods at the foot   Of the mountains at the spine of the Earth   Comes the grim horde of possessed warriors   Who have slumbered since the ages of darkness   They shriek and howl with swords held aloft   Glowing red in the light of the dying sun   These are the forgotten warriors of yesterday   Risen again to pillage anew      Onwards! - To rend the earth asunder!   Onwards!, Onwards! - To slay the feeble and inferior...      No more do they sleep beneath the soil   Shrouded in cobweb and dust   They have been summoned to march again   To ruin and twist the land   Now the stifling horror of evil   Will choke out the lives of the innocent   Dark clouds shall suffocate the light in their eyes   And all will be cloaked in the blackest of night      Onwards! - To slay the impotent human race...   Onwards!, Onwards! - To usurp the throne of light!