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 kill everything      Come to rise, you evolved form of monster   The hunt is still on