The time has come as the sun goes down over the peaceful hills
The end of the day in your quiet town, and no-one feels the chills
For something moans from underground as fog begin to rise
If you went down to the woods tonight you’d never believe your eyes
A gathering of rotted flesh, a gathering of gore
Risen from the dead to fill their guts like never before
A gathering of cadavers summoned from the grave
Summoned by the wizard king to make an army of his slaves
Feasting rites all across the city scraping at your door
Feasting rites as the undead committee devour you on the floor
Feasting rites all across the city, battle plans are drawn
Feasting rites as the undead committee feast until the dawn
No-one can escape, the dead are in the streets
The dead ones massacre all that they meet
Locked inside but you’re not safe
You won’t live to see another day
But listen now, you should not fear, it is not the end
For on a night much like this you will rise
And join the undead legions as they roam across the night
To feast themselves upon the weak
Fill the world with undead might