Dead March In Saul

Riding the waves of doom
The warriors sailed on
Preparing to fight
The battle soon to commence
No time to rest
Fight till the death
An eerie stillness in the air
Through the dense fog, the ship draws near
Sitting in silence, waiting for a sign
The sharpening of swords, an icy chill inside
The dead march in Saul
Blood must be shed
Now time for eternal rest
The dead march in Saul
Blood must be shed
Now time for eternal rest
The reign of terror is coming to an end now
On these waters we defend
Now wait in line, to march to your death
All their peers hang by their necks