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!