"...there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them,[...] and breath entered them, and they came to life and stood up on their feet - a vast army."
— Ezekiel, The Bible Ezekiel 37:7-10
Why won't you DIE AGAIN, you stupid friggin' ghost-things?!?
— Xykon, The Order of the Stick
Shapes raged in the flames – shadows and suggestions doing battle with the daemons, their fiery forms indistinct and ever-changing. The fire-born avatars of fallen Ten Thousand, knee-deep in psychic fire and thrusting with lances of flame. The silhouettes of Space Marines, the betrayed dead of Isstvan bearing axes and blades and claws; half-seen sigils of slaughtered Legions obscured by the ash of their blackened armour. A giant among giants, its great hands bared and ready as it seared forwards at the crest of the tidal fire. The tenth son of a dying empire, so briefly reborn in his father’s immolating wrath.
— Horus Heresy: The Master of Mankind
And that's when the dead men are marching again...
Osowiec then and again
Attack of the dead, hundred men
Facing the lead once again
Hundred men
Charge again,
Die again
Osowiec then and again
Attack of the dead, hundred men
Facing the lead once again
Hundred men
Charge again,
Die again
— Sabaton, "The Attack of the Dead Men"
