it's not real, it's not there
 arised from a grave that never was
 spreading sorrow and pain
 it's your twin from beyond
 it's growing stronger, you're getting weaker
 your telepathic destruction
 the return of the sparrows is your last hope

 the sparrows are flying again
 to figth the undead, a bloody ritual...

 fly!

 your final minute is coming nearer
 the beast with it's full strenght
 preapare to meet your doom
 a shrill scream, the earth shakes
 finally the sparrows have returned
 millions of beaks, sharp like arrows
 butcher the creature and take it back
 you feel your powers again

 the sparrows are flying again
 to figth the undead, a bloody ritual...

 learning your lesson
 the sparrows went away
 taking the creatures where it belongs
 back to the kingdom of death

 the sparrows never fly again
 the undead is defeated
 the sparrows will never fly again