Bane of the Rising


Arrival on waves of blood,
Sworn to the chosen one
Storm the land of the fallen
Banish all who live by the gun!

Madmen with swords march on,
Fall on the field to die as one
To the shock and awe of the defending faction
Rise the fallen to slaughter their force

Dread follows the undead nation
War in their bones, conquest their mission
Hate and wrath sharpen their swords
All will die none taken alive!

They burn and they squirm, nothing can stop them
Run through with blades, the enemy loses them!
Killed by their weapon a world warped wrong
Live by the gun, but die by the sword!


Dread follows the undead nation
War in their bones, conquest their mission
Hate and wrath sharpen their swords
All will die none taken alive!