Ashen Hand

An endless march begins; no one shall escape
An un-dead army that does not tire nor break
Where is the hero to protect us from harm?
An age of darkness holds the land in its palm.

Now, see the ashen hands arise
See the bodies made of lies
See the hatred in their eyes
The end is near.

No mortal army can withstand this fell foe
Ten thousand tried and failed; they soon were brought low
Can nothing halt this tide of the restless dead?
Who will deliver us from this realm of dread?

Now, see the ashen hands arise
See the bodies made of lies
See the hatred in their eyes
Unending fear will be spread throughout the land
Domination has been planned
In the grip of ashen hands.

Where are the heroes?
Let them come, let them come
The land is forsaken
And undone; and undone. [x3]

Now, see the ashen hands arise
See the bodies made of lies
See the hatred in their eyes
Unending fear will be spread throughout the land
Domination has been planned
In the grip of ashen hands.