In Silence They March

Far away in the desolate East
Something evil has been unleashed
The dead are restless, they rise from their graves
The Undead King is calling his slaves
"Come!"
Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight
The undead march from their kingdom of blight
They seek revenge upon all living things
Behold the army of the Undead King
In silence they march
Hundreds of thousands of living dead
For vengeance they march
They will not rest 'til the living is dead
Legions and legions of foul skeletons
Rotting zombies and dark fallen ones
All have been summoned by the Liche Lord
Who will murder the world with this horde
"Die!"
Forever onward in pale, cold moonlight
The undead march from their kingdom of blight
They bring destruction and death to all living things
Behold the army of the Great Undead King
The Necromancer is filled with dark mirth
Soon he has slain and conquered the Earth
At last his revenge is within reach
When all are undead slaves to the Liche
And somewhere in the army of the Undead King
Marches a blackened corpse that bears a golden ring