I harvest the fallen mortals Throw them down to pits and forget their glory I feel their death inside my spine Don't come near me Can't you hear when I play my flute to mark my way And the years are getting worse More rotten dreams and skulls I have fear no more See the dead men walk alone See the living, walk alone Can you see the dead men walk alone? Bring them to the hounds and gates of Hell Years go past me, a red path follows as my flute fills the air And the times are getting worse More poison, blood and ruins I'll bury you all The dark corners of the world keep me from living The life of a real mortal being I carry the weight of a thousand kings To break this curse forever I won't show my face For I am hidden behind a mask To stay among the living See the dead men, walk alone See the living, walk alone Can you see the dead men walk alone? Bring them to the hounds and gates of hell To the gates of hell