Growing plagues and all disorder Counting bodies on the border Shining lights up in the sky One might think that we will die I see few thin shapes descending Is this now, is this the ending Inside the crops see black eyes glow I won't back down, this I vow Burning bodies, left Behind The Invaders seem to be of a new kind They have arrived, from...Learn More

Now, a lot is at stake War, no choice to make Woodpiles are burning, what's not of this earth Feasting together by ashes and dirt Hunting through cornfields, chainsaw in hand Our mission is simple, doom is at hand We will fight them A corpse in the crops, drowning in fire Wicked pale skins, blackened by dire Countless invasions, only a few are...Learn More