The Pale Messengers

We take it for granted, ignore the old breed
Some tales of «The Others», warn that we’ll bleed
Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain
Their moaning sound — with might and main
Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight
The reborn nights — their raid begins
Down, on the knees, to the ground
When the pale men…
Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men rise!
They will come from the north, a gray mass of feet
Bloodlust their reason, murder is their greed
Like a silent stampede, an angry, morbid crowd
The invincible army, their advance gives no sound
Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain
Their moaning sound — with might and main
Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight
The reborn nights — their raid begins
Down, on the knees, to the ground
When the pale men rise
Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men rise!
We take it for granted, ignore the old breed
Some tales of «The Others», warn that we’ll bleed
Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain
Their moaning sound — with might and main
Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight
The reborn nights — their raid begins
Down, on the knees, to t he ground
When the pale men rise
Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men…
… on the knees, to the ground
When the pale men …
Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men, dead men, dead men arise!