March! To the sound of broken bones Steel and ash, beneath our thrones We are not men — we are command Born of death with blade in hand No prayers, no hope, no dawn to see We bring the dark — we are the key Raise the banner, let it burn The living fall, and do not return Blood upon the standard, fire in our tread We do not breathe, we do not beg Kings of silence, lords of war At our heels, the corpses roar Blood upon the standard — and always more Flesh will falter, lines will break But the dead obey with no mistake No mercy given, no retreat Their hearts still beat — but not for long beneath our feet A crown of bone, a throne of scars We are the end behind the stars The fallen rise, the cursed obey And even light must turn away Blood upon the standard, scream no plea This is the law of eternity Where vampires reign and mortals die Where banners bleed and angels lie Blood upon the standard — no soul goes free Strike the earth with iron might Let none escape, let none take flight The grave is deep, the grave is wide And we have room for every lie So when they see our banners wave Let them know — there’s no one brave Enough to stand or dare defy The lords of death who never die Blood upon the standard, black as doom We are the hunger, we are the tomb No breath, no god, no final bell Just endless dark — and we wear it well Blood upon the standard — we ride too soon
