Dead Boys - Svartby

'Round the city walls

Grounds of fame, glorious battlefield

Ditches nursing bones

Both of enemy and defender

Fragrant smell of grass

Masked the stench of rotting corpses

Soldier flesh decayed

Bone keeps memory of what they were

Dead boys

Embrace the witch power

We give you morass powder

We give you rusty bullets

Dead boys

We give you life and purpose

We give you strength and focus

All for one — all for one village

rquebusier, musketeer, swordsmen

Rise from the graves to unlife, back in game

Rusty cuirasses, blades and rifles

All host back, back in action again

Rise and shine

Rise and smile

Creep and crawl

One more chance

We don’t sow

We do harvest

Recycled squads

Renewed, enhanced

Dead boys feel no pain

No remorse, no regret

And a rotten brain

Craves just what you make them crave