• Fallen Angels,
    And Rising Devils,
    We Can't Win so let's become Rebels.

    Destroy This World,
    Make another,
    Shelter is needed,
    But None can Be Found.

    Everyone Dies Sooner or Later,
    With thoughts of Murder and Suicide.

    Groans of The Dead,
    And The Cracking of Bones,
    Re-animated Corpses are walking again.

    The Cocking of Guns,
    The Loading of Bows,
    Death in the air,
    And Here comes the show.

    Decapitated Heads Rolling on the floor,
    Cut-Off Limbs lying on the Ground.
    The War Has Started,
    And Now it's Done,
    With the Scent of Blood Hanging in the air.

    Now It's all done,
    and no one cares...