Woorden: Annunaki. Throne Of The Annunaki. March Of The Militia Of The Dead.

Beckoning call from the pit below
Echoes in the halls of eternity
Gather the masses, unholy crusade
Army of the dead marches on
Assemble when the darkness falls
Militia from the grave
Winter moon the guiding light
Quench the thirst for war
The army marches on - Into the fog of war
Marches on - Ravage with full force
Marches on - Takes no prisoners
March of the militia of the dead
Recreation of battle in a
Divine tainted vision
Humanity the enemy
Defeated and converted
The conquest presses on
The troops increasing without limit
Wretched soulless infantry
Combat and conquer
The army marches on - Into the fog of war
Marches on - Ravage with full force
Marches on - Take no prisoners
March of the militia of the dead
By the light of the winter moon
We forge our destiny
From the grave to victory
Militia of the dead
Marches on