The dead are coming oh she said son
And theyll kill again so take comfort in these words
They cant take you from my
arms
Hell is waiting outside beyond these walls
It wont save your soul to panic at this point
Blessed are the
lethargic
For they are cursed to die for your cause
When they come
Hold tight to your fathers gun
And dont let it
go
Youre going to need it when Im gone
And when Im gone
Dont stop shooting them
They wont spare your heart for being a
coward
Blessed are the lethargic
For they are cursed to die for your cause
Pray for us sweet Mary, mother of God
They keep
on coming in swarms
They keep on coming in swarms
In the war between God & Man
We are both in contempt
But you wont
remember this and I cant explain
She said,
were gonna make it..
Were gonna make it out
Were gonna make it..
Were gonna make
it out
Im not convinced that they wont stay dead
In the greatest of our despair
The war is not lost
And all your
dreams are still on their way
He said,
Were gonna make it out
Were gonna make it out
Were gonna make it out
And all
your fears will come to pas
As each shell tears you apart
And all your angels will sing your praise
To give you hope for what its
worth
RUN
