🧟 Rigor Mortis March (Part I: The Dead Rise)

Check out Part 1 to Part V from my playlist 🧟 The Dead March Chronicles Left... Right... Left... Right... "March..." "March..." "March..." "The living had their turn." Moonlight paints the gravestones white, Hear the iron boots tonight. Bones all rattle, jaws all grin, The final parade is marching in. Church bells crack across the sky, Carrion birds begin to cry. Every heartbeat fades away, Welcome to the judgement day. Raise your head… Hear the ground… Every step becomes the sound. You can run… You won’t get far… Death already knows who you are. Left, right, rot and decay, The Rigor Mortis March is coming your way. No pulse in the chest, no sleep for the damned, We inherit the earth, we conquer the land. Left, right, bones all sway, Hear the dead sing through the grey. One last breath… then fall in line The Rigor Mortis March has come for your time. Rusted helmets, hollow eyes, Smoke is where the daylight dies. Every soldier long forgot Returns to finish what was not. King and beggar, saint and thief, None are spared from our belief. Every kingdom turns to dust, Every promise feeds the rust. LEFT… RIGHT… LEFT… RIGHT… The earth is shaking… Graves are breaking… The dead are waking… No escaping! Left, right, rot and decay, The Rigor Mortis March is coming your way. No pulse in the chest, no sleep for the damned, We inherit the earth, we conquer the land. **March forever… Never rest… Every heartbeat joins the blessed. When the final trumpet starts— You’ll march with the dead… In the Rigor Mortis March!