In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Forsaken by the world of men.
Forgotten and lost they wander still
Upon the dry caked earth.

In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Haunting the dreams of men.
Banished forever, and never again
To walk among mortal men.

In the desolate plains the dead walk barren
Forgotten from the tales of old.
They wander there, never again
To remember from whence they came.
They wander, blind, unhappy,
And fight amongst their kind.