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