The morning has come with the dawn of the sun,
and the masses arise to the day
They meet their despair in pointless travail,
lost in the eyes of the world where Death is the stage

For Mammon they live, to themselves they will give,
of treasure and gluttonous pride
To Self they bow down, they worship their crown,
alive in the eyes of the world, but Death lives inside

Arise, my friends, arise!
The sword is the spirit of life,
Awaken your souls, that you may never die!
In the Battle of the Living Dead