Gallower - Bubonic Breath

Humid air, weather's cold embrace
Soldiers of forgotten king
Fated with the folk as one
Armed against movement in the fog
For crawling terror, they are ready
Soggy ground, wall of shields
Defenders' eyes pierce to see
Final killing blow hits mist

Out of fog, corpses approach
Undead's breath of the death
Bearers of bubonic plague
Hands of doom must break

Necromancer's farce brings pain
Relentless despite his aim
To bring balance of power
Prepare the land for reign of Tower
Remembered act of bloody murder
Fractured innocence of him, avenged
Hunger for revenge starts to fade
As long lost boy is near him

Out of fog, corpses approach
Undead's breath of the death
Bearers of bubonic plague
Hands of doom must break

Rotting meat sliced and ripped
In the darkness, dense warfare
Horde lacerate like beasts
Their movements like a mirage

Dark alliance shall be made
Out of the ashes, new empire
Witchhammer and the Rod
Past is relevant no more

Militia's first victory roar
Disrupt the bubonic breath
Lifted fog, sets the sun to rise
Blood and flesh covered coat of arms
Truly did they survive the night
Crashed undead, gave them final death
Warlock's army haven't broken through
Retreat, Necromancer flees

Out of fog, corpses approach
Undead's breath of the death
Bearers of bubonic plague
Hands of doom must break
Carmine cloaks, flood the field
Ground trembles, horses neigh
Sea of flags and pikes
Yet, another army marches