The Army of Dead

The sun will set

Blood red tonight

Souls will lay

Out goes the light

Trembling and crying

The living will fear

There is a call

Only they can hear

From dirt and muck

They will rise

From hell they come

Hear their cries

Out they come

Past cemetery gates

None can stop them

Not even the Fates

They look to gain more

There will be bloodshed

So who will join

The army of dead