Upon Our Hordes - Exhumation

We dark in light

Our steps arent upon thy paths

These dark steps are pure and cold

We are moving graves!

These souls who thirts for blood

As we left certain path as our oath

With head high

Heavy hordes

One highway to hell

We ride

These hearts who sunk is nothing

Of sacred void of a link

Eyes watchful

Ears forward

One highway

Never look back

We ride!

Oath made in pain!

No turning back!

It was a pleasing fear

Like a wild beast

We are content to go!

Our vessel

Bounding higher

Into the monstrous world

To reach a land unknown

And we shall strike all who behold

Alas!

What horrid visions haunt me!

As we gaze upon the hordes!

Ride!

Ride to meet our fate!

Death!

Death is the key and sets all free