[Intro] [low voice] The air turns cold. [group] The air turns cold. [Verse] At the edge of the fields, the last birds fly. Ash on the road, no moon in the sky. I hear their iron steps beyond the hill. [group] Beyond the hill. [Chorus] Darkness is coming. [group] Darkness is coming. The army of the dead marches on. [group] Marches on. Keep your door barred, keep your candle low. [group] Keep it low. [Verse] Old names are carved in the chapel stone. One by one, they are walking home. I count their ranks where the black pines bend. [group] They do not end. [Chorus] Darkness is coming. [group] Darkness is coming. The army of the dead marches on. [group] Marches on. Keep your door barred, keep your candle low. [group] Keep it low. [Outro] Who calls from the field? [group] The ones we buried. Who comes through the gate? [group] The ones returning. [low voice] Darkness is coming. [group] Darkness is coming.
