Bugles beckon to red disaster Deadmen gnaw At coffined sod Those who rode With the one black master Are now in league With the knights of God In courts of kings A law is made Of man's doom His debts are paid Of man's doom He waits for one But do not fear Chaos is come The Lion of Mitra broods his spell Upon the bridge To the gates of hell The chain of life Has stilled his wrath 'Til red death treads across your path