March! From dirt and dust we climb Bound by oath, beyond all time No breath, no pain, no turning back We are the storm behind the black Steel through bone, shield on shield The living break — the dead don’t yield Drums of war in hollow chests The Grave calls louder than the rest Gravesend march, no soul remains We carry death in iron chains The banner bleeds, the sky turns gray And none who see us walk away Gravesend march — we come to claim Beneath the moon, beneath the stone We rise, we ride, we march alone No mercy dwells behind our eyes No dawn awaits, no last goodbyes Once we fell — now we return With coffins cracked and banners burned Our names forgotten, but blades held high We are the whisper when heroes die Gravesend march, the black parade Of sword, of rot, of cursed blade Our masters thirst, we serve that will And when they feast — we stand still Gravesend march — the debt is paid They called us dead — they were half right We are the dark’s relentless might No god can stop what death commands No mortal lives where Gravelords stand Through shattered gate and ruined wall We hear the horn, we heed the call A million strong, with nothing left But war, and night, and silent breath Gravesend march, through ash and flame The end is here — and it knows your name You’ll join the line or feed the soil For death rewards the ones who toil Gravesend march — eternal spoil
