An undead army coming up from the pit
We’re carrying this burden and we’re making it stick
This is the moment, don’t you know this is it
This is the moment, don’t you know this is it
(x2)

Wolf of the night, from the outside looking in
A sacrifice to the Gods, but not to him
Generations of old, a fortress made of sand
Voices so cold, fate lying in your hands
Grip around your throat, closed and put in the ground
An unmarked grave, so you’ll never be found
Burn all who survive, upon the cursed hill
The ghosts that we know, come at us ready to kill

Somebody else who wants a part of me
Not really sure what kind of man to be
Somebody else, a conscience far from clean
The ghosts whose souls that only we can free

Barricade yourself inside, make sure you’re hard to find
And I won’t lose the last left of my mind
Come along for the ride, bring nothing but your pride
But you should leave all fear behind

An undead army coming up from the pit
We’re carrying this burden and we’re making it stick
This is the moment, don’t you know this is it
This is the moment, don’t you know this is it
(x2)

Faster now, into oblivion
Don’t relent, from oncoming millions
Daylight comes, it will come and go
Another life lost, another scar to show
His legacy breaks, torn down before our eyes
Our muscles may ache, but we won’t give up and die
Faster now, we march into the depths
I’ll remember your scent when I’m the only one left

Somebody else who wants a part of me
Not really sure what kind of man to be
Somebody else, a conscience far from clean
The ghosts whose souls that only we can free

Barricade yourself inside, make sure you’re hard to find
So I won’t lose the last left of my mind
Come along for the ride, bring nothing but your pride
But you should leave all fear behind

Somebody else who wants a part of me
Not really sure what kind of man to be
Somebody else, a conscience far from clean
The ghosts whose souls that only we can free

When the last of the fires have been burned out
We’re gunna run, run, run, run from this town
(x4)

Somebody else who wants a part of me
Not really sure what kind of man to be
Somebody else, a conscience far from clean
The ghosts whose souls that only we can free

Somebody else who wants a part of me
Somebody else who wants a part of me