Right.. Left.. Right.. Left..
Marching though the depths of hell, The Legion Of Death,
Ready all the sickles and head out to see,
All the lovely people with lives that are for me..

Left.. Right.. Left.. Right..
Listen to the screams and cries.. They're putting up a fight..
Look at all the faces of hatred turned to fear,
We won't leave until there's not one voice left to hear..

"Why are you doing this?"  A reason we don't need!
We are The Legion Of Death! We'll do our evil deeds!
We kill for the very sport! There's nothing we can't do!
Live as we walk by then watch your life be through..

Screaming children, crying gods, music to our ears,
Bliss is ours simply when we see the sign of fear!
So please continue, shudder to the words we always say,
Vanite Du Mors.. Come into death and come our way!