In the darkness they rise, fearless and dread filled, Silent footsteps echo, through the cold, still night. Legion of the dead, haunting every dream, Souls bound by vengeance, seeking their revenge. Eyes glowing with fury, hearts filled with despair, They march on relentlessly, through the misty air. No rest for the cursed, no peace for the lost, Legion of the dead, pay the ultimate cost. Whispers in the shadows, voices from the grave, Their presence chills the living, their anger cannot be...