Beckoning call from the pit below Echoes in the halls of eternity Gather the ma**es, unholy crusade Army of the dead marches on Assemble when the darkness falls Militia from the grave Winter moon the guiding light Quench the thirst for war The army marches on - Into the fog of war Marches on - Ravage with full force Marches on - Takes no prisoners March of the militia of the dead Recreation of battle in a Divine tainted vision Humanity the enemy Defeated and converted The conquest presses on The troops increasing without limit Wretched soulless infantry Combat and conquer The army marches on - Into the fog of war Marches on - Ravage with full force Marches on - Take no prisoners March of the militia of the dead By the light of the winter moon We forge our destiny From the grave to victory Militia of the dead Marches on