Mr. Mayor,
the mission burns.
The Zombies are marching.
They close on the square.
The families, our gold,
look down on their souls.
Huddled in camps,
on the young bible steps,
of City Hall.
Faith of their god,
is all that they`ve got.
Across the room,
beyond the pain,
The whole world is turning,
bleeding and burning,
hot storms are lush.
The moon is as blood,
over the soldiers,
who sag in the mud.
Save our city,
keep our souls lord.
Through the rapture,
of this world.
Little boy,
I`m just a man,
a mis-civil servant,
against this tyrant god.
I`ve allied with our king,
salvation he brings,
protecting the city,
against all the troops,
that have been sent,
from the dead,
walk again.
This is the end.
Oh, I`m just a man.
My time has come.
Lone Leaf Concillius,
may he deliver us,
from this nightmare.
With a blast like the sun,
his lips are unwrapped,
from the barrel of his gun.
Save our city,
keep our souls lord.
Through the rapture,
of this world.
Fought and fell,
for our great king,
we burned alive and boiled.
The dragon red,
and wrathful cause,
we rise and march once more.
Cursed in dark,
we starve for flesh,
our skin is not at will.
We lead our kin,
and slash them in,
with hell and dragon bones.
Save our city,
keep our souls lord,
through the rapture of this world.
Save our city,
keep our souls lord,
through the rapture of this world.
Save our city,
keep our souls lord,
through,
the measuring had,
the boy steps the window
and cries out from the ledge,
to the people below.
There`s a time to pray,
and there`s a time to fight.
Anything can be a weapon,
if you`re holding it right.
Defend what is yours,
they will not take our souls.
It`s time to rise,
and fight.
Save our city,
keep our souls lord,
Rise now and fight.
