[Intro – steady, ominous marching percussion under dark atmospheric pads, faint overlapping whispers of the dead] Verse 1 [Ominous undead male voice, low and heavy over marching rhythm and dark pads] They came with golden banners and they called it holy war Burned the groves where children played and nailed the edicts to the door They took the ones who would not sing their hymns and made them kneel Then lit the pyres in the square so everyone could see and feel Mothers hide their daughters now when the Lightbringers ride through Fathers teach their sons to lower eyes and swallow what is true Sacred stones are shattered, ancient names are spat upon the ground And every week another family disappears without a sound Chorus [Ominous undead male voice with layered choral voices of the dead marching behind him] So we march… the Veil-Touched Living and the dead as one We march… the Veil-Touched Because there’s nothing left to run They called us heretics and monsters, now they’ll see what they have made We march beneath the broken banners where the Light has cast its shade Verse 2 [Ominous undead male voice, heavier and more emotional] They drag the faithful from their homes and make them watch the burning Force the old to praise the sun while their grandchildren are learning That mercy wears a golden mask and speaks in tongues of flame And any soul that still resists will never speak its name again I see the fear they left behind in every pair of living eyes The same fear that once lived in mine before I learned to rise The dead no longer ask for peace — they ask to stand and fight Because the Light has shown them there is nothing left that’s right Chorus [Ominous undead male voice with layered choral voices of the dead marching behind him] So we march… the Veil-Touched Living and the dead as one We march… the Veil-Touched Because there’s nothing left to run They called us heretics and monsters, now they’ll see what they have made We march beneath the broken banners where the Light has cast its shade Bridge [Switch to layered ethereal voices of the dead overlapping with his resonant voice, more intimate] [Layered voices] They burned our homes… They took our names… They made our children hide… [His voice] Then let them see what rises When there is nowhere left to hide. Final Chorus [Ominous undead male voice, powerful and commanding with full choral layers and marching intensity] We march… the Veil-Touched Living and the dead as one We march… the Veil-Touched Until the golden light is done They wanted monsters? Then monsters they will see We march for every soul they broke And every name they tried to bury [Outro – marching percussion fading with distant choral echoes of “We march…”]
