Ashes fall... upon my throne... Still the dead... obey my call... Blackened banners slowly sway Over graves that know no day Rust and sorrow fills the sky Ancient empires never die Footsteps march through frozen rain Bound forever by the chain Empty eyes and shattered crowns Silent kings beneath the ground Whispers crawling through the dark Graves awaken one by one Cold hands rising from the earth The endless march has now begun No blood... No breath... No will... No sun... RISE — children of the dust MARCH — because we must Black cathedral bells still cry Underneath the burning sky RISE — legions without graves MARCH — eternal slaves Ashes covering every throne Death has claimed the world alone Through the fog the war horns sound Dead men drag their blades around Every soul the kingdom lost Bears the necromancer’s cross No dawn No mercy No release Only silence Only peace Kneel before the hollow king... Kneel before the grave That learned to breathe... BOW TO THE CROWN OF BONE BOW TO THE THRONE UNKNOWN The saints are buried The bells are cracked The dead move forward They do not turn back RISE MARCH RISE MARCH RISE — from the shattered grave MARCH — the dead remain Black cathedral burning red Ashes falling on the dead RISE — eternal and cold MARCH — through the ruins of old No prayer remains No kingdom survives Still the necromancer rises No light remains... Only the march...
