Recruit them from the tombs...

Those of the dead rise up.
Slaves to the grave, time to awaken
The master of death returns,
To summon the undead.

Recruit them from the tombs ,
Zoldon commands it,
Raise them from the tombs,
His armies shall emerge from sunken gloom...

Let the armies of dead return from the tombs -
Look at his armies of zombies and wights!
His ghostly shades shall make you fear the night...

Recruit them from the tombs?

Tis the dead ye shall dread
Unholy darkness taketh thy head
Countless skeleton hordes do his bidding
None among the living shall be spared
Bodies of the fallen writhing with decay
Enemies of Zoldon retreat in dismay
Ye servants of Zoldon harbour the remorse
Purging shall take their course
Behold the dead approach, ye shall be warned no further
Dread fills the hearts of the righteous
The forms beckon the unholiness
The hand of death shall be laid upon the living
Grim ressurections commence
The hand of death shall be laid upon the living
In the book of the deceased it is written
Zoldon, lord of metal and the underworld

Open the Gates,
open the Gates of Hate,
The Doorway,
the doorway to meet your Fate

On wings of darkness they go with hate to victory,

The armies of Hate set forth from the Gate

Send them unto the blight,
None shall withstand their might

Watch them defeat the light,
Lead them back to the night

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Sorrow shall follow on the Morrow.
The heart of the master is darkened by shadow,
His blackened eyes see the absence of light
The food in your mouth turns to ashes,
As will the bodies of the dead

Lament, for the well of joy has dried up
It shall be filled with tears of anguish
The happiness shall be quenched
The Spirit of hope cast into the flames of hate

And a great sadness,
Shall wash over them
Like a sea of pity,
Then they shall cry out for death

Their Doom has come,
Their Doom has come, from Zoldon