Battle of the Living Dead

The morning has come with the dawn of the sun

And the masses arise to the day

They meet their despair in pointless travail

Lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage

For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give

Of treasure and gluttonous pride

To Self they bow down, they worship their crown

Alive in the eyes of the world, but Death lives inside

Arise, my friends, arise!

The sword is the spirit of life

Awaken your souls, that you may never die!

In the Battle of the Living Dead