Hell's Gorge from Sandstorm Chronicles by Hellcrawler

And men raised up their guns
A sum of all that they fear
Woke them from their deep sleep
Their demise, nearer than near

When the dead will make a brand new grave,
Biting and tearing their heads away,
Painting the day red

Some had second thoughts
Took the chance that they got
Made it up to the first hill
They met the undying will

Off all that roams in search for flesh and bones,
Biting and tearing their heads away,
Painting the day red

Death’s unstoppable forces, breaching through the last defense, feeding on their corpses
They spread disease across the land

The dead-forsaken are shadows from the past
Against the risen their strongholds couldn't last
The raiders order, forgotten and destroyed
By the awoken, The last of life was broken

No heroes were revered
The hellish army perservered

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