Part 3 - Silent March

Shadows stir, as the earth gives a sigh
The king commanding the dead Arise!
They heed his call, from the crypts they creep
To join his legion, in the world they'll sweep
They heed his call, from the crypts they creep
To join his legion, in the world they'll sweep

Through the mist's veil, the army wakes
A stream of shadows, history fades
The king at the fore, a figure stark
Leading the way, through the dark
The clash of steel, a silent shout
The living's fear, the dead's devout

The king is dead, long live the dread!
His ghostly fleet, the living's silent thread
A claim to the world, a drain of life's vein
In his dominion, only death retains

The cities crumble, the fires roar
As the king decides, the world's new lore
The cries of the living, now just a sound
As the dead rise, from the hallowed ground

The battle nears, the end in sight
The king's voice, the last light

Oh, the king is dead, long live the dread!
His ghostly fleet, the living's silent thread
A claim to the world, a drain of life's vein
In his dominion, only death retains

The silence falls, the world holds its breath
As the king's march continues, a parade of death
With every step, the living's plea
A whisper lost, in the king's decree

The march grinds on, the end now clear
In the king's wake, nothing but fear
A world in ashes, a silent scream
In the king's reign, no life, no dream

The skies split open, the earth does groan
Under the king's throne, made of bone
The final echo, the last light fades
In the king's new world, darkness pervades