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The armies met to fight
On a cold December night
With sharpened blade, their leaders say
These seem to be our final days
Their enemies they feast
On the last victims who fell
The rotting flesh of fallen men
Was their last meal as well
Dying for victory
Another soldier falls
Soon to be buried by
A mountain of skulls
They died in a fight that they could not survive
Their souls are forever at war
They endlessly roam, dead yet alive
Waiting to settle the score
No one can stop the army ahead
Their bodies are already hacked
They endlessly roam through the caves of the dead
Awaiting the time to attack
The battle is won, their souls are now free
They finished their spiritual war
They tore through the army that stood in the way
Their bodies lay dead on the floor
But now those dead soldiers will suffer as well
Starving for brutal revenge
The curse of the dead is doomed to repeat itself
Over and over again
