Lyrics:
Death March Trumpet

on the rise Look around you can;t deny This is the hour of heaven's time Armies gather in the East For the war that's soon to come Death will march with

partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground? When the man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching

an eternal kingdom Revelling in our heresy We are the conquerors, spurned by the northwinds Our trumpets wailing sounds of doom Our sea of soldiers march

grabber... when will you learn. First come first serve. The all you can eat trumpet...playing the tunes of our death. Breathe......now blow. Now blow

as a feather Hallelujah You're a confused little soldier And the bullets go right through you So now I march you to a tin pan Through the alley So the death

Tonight we'll celebrate In the dark we march breathless The future will teach you we are fearless Your blame is to die a horrible death And we'll take