The mist settles low and silhouettes bathe in moonlight We've been waiting for your arrival, little one With blades outstretched beyond comprehension They charge full speed ahead for our necks Watch them so careful because though they're dead They're never more alive than when battling the living Respirators failing as his hook is unplugged His eyes roll back and burst in his skull Knock my sword to the ground and it stands like a tombstone A mark in the ground to foretell your outcome Watch as the puppets dance with such great form from string you could almost swear that they were real And the blows fly as they cease to feel As a fire lights up and envelops the fight inside it's flames They watch the dead die and proceed to storm the gates Never again will we look back on their bodies Which was our mistake in the first place Draw your blade and pistol, and fly above danger Swinging outward at their dead heads we fight The only way to win is decapitation The only way to win is to k** everything Come to rise, you evolved form of monster The hunt is still on