Put your hands into mud
My eager friends up heave!
This moldy soil rub in your face
Eons to conceive

With their heads in my hands
Soon reborn and bred
Pile them up, bone by bone
An army of undead

I see an ancient light
I claim this burial site

Put your hands into mud
My eager friends up heave!
The moldy soil rub in your face
Eons to conceive

With their heads in my hands
Soon reborn and bred
Pile them up, bone by bone
An army of undead

See them marching through the trees
Unearthed, henceforth released