A storm of bloodnWaving upon the skynStand upon the hillnWith a knife in handnStanding alonenFeeling paranoid insidenConquer the fearnThat comes near!nnGuts of glorynNever say dienNever say nevernHelp the filthy poornGod is crying nWith tears of bloodnSlain rages quicklynWith the knife in handnnSickness never failednThe war began to startnThe knights fought offnThe deadly zombies from the gravennAwakening by punishmentnUprise the deadnKeeping the faithnYour spine begins to bleednThe cross on the hillnBegins to explodenThe slain choosers never failnOf the war at hand!