March Of The Dead by Pagan Altar Lyrics

Hooded figures dressed in black
Drifting through the night
Chanting softly moving slowly
Bathed in moonlight
Arms outstretched with fingers groping
Walking all in line
From gaping coffins emerge these shadows
Awakened for all time
Witches and Warlocks rising from the grave
Vampires and sorcerers, from a bygone age

Up in front the awesome creature
Marching at their head
Satan beckons ever onward
His army of undead
Charred limbs heave their mindless bodies
Through the mists of time
Sightless sockets follow blindly
Their leaders pointing arm
Burning and torture these beings had endured
Drowning and stoning for reasons now obscure
From every graveyard pour the hordes
To strike before dawn
A thousand years of deaths
Carnage gathered 'fore the morn'
Their vengeance turned against
Mankind's unsuspecting head
There's no defense, there's no escape
You cannot kill the dead