When the moon raises on the sky
I see emptiness of this world
And my paltry tired eyes
Are gazing into past
Demons hidden under
Darkness of the night
Sometimes I can see them
Sometimes they come back
Buried in the better times,
Paid for their sins and for their pride
Creating world better know to them
like painter with his dark aesthetics
merciless obscene rotting,
duelists of the human masses
I can hear funeral bell
Undead crusade starts again
Their hunt is on
They started killing
In name of forgotten gods
They’re spilling human blood
I wish it is not real
I wish i’ll soon awake from this nightmare
But it happens every day
This is the end that we reached
And when I look back into past
I see milions of desecrated graves
I see the fall of majestic metropolies
I see boiling blood of their ancestors
And now I’m witness of their triumph
Witness
Of the march of Greatest army
And I’m convinced
that nothing can stop them
Neither death
nor human power
They have risen
To strike the earth!