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Now - A lot is at stake

War - No choice to make

Woodpiles are burning, what's not of this earth

Feasting together by ashes and dirt

Hunting through cornfields, chainsaw in hand

Our mission is simple, doom is at hand

We will fight them

A corpse in the crops - drowning in fire

Wicked pale skins – blackened by dire

Countless invasions, only a few are left

Numbers won't matter, we'll put them to rest

The might of our forces

Strength into lead

Nowhere they stop us

We've already bled

Now - A lot is at stake

War - No choice to make

Ahead of our time - preying its victims

All the great towns - covered in ashes

Defence is shaping, using ourselves

Soon we will venture, where all evil dwells

The might of our forces

Strength into lead

Nowhere they stop us

We've already bled