How this life became that of ours
Is a fact to us yet to be known
By virus, by curse, by chant or mutation
All that we
Know is that we've experienced death
More times than it's fair for any man to process
The pain and the grief between this life and the next
Even still
We
We rise
Again and again
A gift and a curse
We rise
We're bound to this path
The eternal march
With every
Life we're brought just a little bit further
Along our path of pillage, raping and murder
We do what we do not because we want to but because of the
Urge for which
We
We rise
Again and again
A gift and a curse
We rise
We're bound to this path
The eternal march
The dead are reduced to dust
Sent along with the wind to the bearer of the beacon
Where they will rise again
And again
We
We rise
Again and again
A gift and a curse
We rise
We're bound to this path
The eternal march