The Gallow’s Crossing

Endless seems the road
Towards the shallow place below
And the lifting of the veil...

Mandrake grows below
The dripping seed of men on high
And the reaper's blessed touch

Through the gateways established within
Rise the legions of our kin
Judged in life elevated in death
By the gallows they are summoned

Souls of hanged men once living in sin
Join the legions of our king
Doomed to die they arе branded by death
At the gallows's crossing buriеd

It's the march of the damned
Passing through the gallow's crossing
It's the march of the damned
The legions of the gallow's crossing