Warriors, march forth
♪
They march under moonlight
The echoes of hunger roaring wild
The waste stretched before them
Every step carves a path through the night
Their leader grows weary, no end seems in sight
This quest forced upon him was not what he wanted
But fate holds his future tonight
Lo, over the hill, primordial being
Bones older than time, yet never slumbering
Running down to meet our fate
For the feast we storm the gate
Seven heads, 11 eyes
Jaws of death are grinning wide
Fighting with our heads held high
Fears of death we cast aside
Bards will never sing our song
Still we're marching on
♪
Returning triumphant
The elders beseech them with their cries
Feast not upon it
Those who touch it will wither and die
Bold and mighty, bolstered by their pride
Heed no warning, scorn personified
Running down to meet our fate
For the feast we storm the gate
Seven heads, 11 eyes
Jaws of death are grinning wide
Fighting with our heads held high
Fears of death we cast aside
Bards will never sing our song
Still we're marching on
All through the years, it's call they will abide
Gorged and bloated with flesh, yet never satisfied
♪
Running down to meet our fate
For the feast we storm the gate
Seven heads, 11 eyes
Jaws of death are grinning wide
Fighting with our heads held high
Fears of death we cast aside
Bards will never sing our song
Still we're marching on
Unknown horror, eldritch terror
Fiend, torn from the void, all is destroyed
Without warning, it devours
To bring on the end of all mankind