Battle formations, dead but still wandering ahead. A gigantic apparition keeps rising from a field, once coloured red from bloodshed.
Where the sounds of war still can be heard and the balance of nature is seriously disturbed.
Spectral infantry battalions marching through a freezing timeless void. Again, ghostly cavalry regiments shall ride the lands they'd once destroyed.
Battle formations, fog-like infantry battalions. Battle formations, marching unto an endless destination.
This is the sound of death; a military haunting! Battle formations, still marching ahead! Battle formations! Death!
Death!