Slain War

A storm of blood
Waving upon the sky
Stand upon the hill
With a knife in hand
Standing alone
Feeling paranoid inside
Conquer the fear
That comes near!

Guts of glory
Never say die
Never say never
Help the filthy poor
God is crying
With tears of blood
Slain rages quickly
With the knife in hand

Sickness never failed
The war began to start
The knights fought off
The deadly zombies from the grave

Awakening by punishment
Uprise the dead
Keeping the faith
Your spine begins to bleed
The cross on the hill
Begins to explode
The slain choosers never fail
Of the war at hand!