Enslaved  to  the  cold  earths  scorn  we  lie  buried  and  long  forgotten,

Once  heroes  loved  by  our  kingdom  we  decay  in  a  nameless  tomb,

For  we  journeyed  forth  on  a  path  of  empty  promises  paved  by  the  bones  of  our  predecessors.

We  gained  nothing  for  what  was  lost.

This  throne  was  left  to  shatter  in  this  endless  frost.

Enslaved  to  the  cold  earths  scorn  we  lie  buried  and  long  forgotten,

Once  heroes  loved  by  our  kingdom  we  decay  in  nameless  tomb.

Our  crown  has  been  relinquished,  overthrown  from  the  throne,

Forgotten  as  we  fade  to  bone  flesh  withers  beneath  unmarked  stones.

Those  who  escaped  this  fate,  the  very  ones  we  saved,

They  breathe  the  air  above,  as  nails  seal  us  in  and  dirt  piles  fall  upon  us,

They  journey  onward  as  we  rot  below.

How  could  it  end  like  this?

We  sacrificed  it  all,  only  to  perish,  only  to  fall.

Frantic  fists  strike  this  casket  lid  a  splintered  hand  escapes,

Blistered  claws  climb  up  through  hardened  soil.

Break  free  the  chains  of  this  earth,  retribution  fuels  an  unholy  rebirth.

Break  free  the  chains  of  this  earth  for  retribution.

We  rise!

We  have  risen  from  the  grief  of  the  grave  seeking  those  who  enslaved  and  the  ones  that  we  saved,

The  tellers  of  false  fortunes  shall  suffer,

This  skeletal  onslaught  rides  to  reclaim  the  crown,

A  path  of  our  journey  traced  by  the  bodies  of  liars.

We  gained  nothing  for  what  was  lost,  this  throne  was  left  to  shatter  in  this  endless  frost.

Limb  by  limb  and  piece  by  piece,  bone  by  bone  your  life  is  released,

We  cleave  and  we  hack  and  we  rip  and  we  tear  and  we  break  and  we  sever.

We  rise  from  this  burial  reborn  no  longer  lost  souls  to  be  mourned,  er  for  human  flesh  to  be  torn.

An  undead  army  enslaved  to  bitterness  and  scorn,  we  hung