II. A Corpse in Our Crops

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 left
Numbers won't matter, we'll put them to rest

The might of our forces
Strength into lead
Nowhere they stop us
We've already bled

Now - A lot is at stake
War - No choice to make

Ahead of our time - preying its victims
All the great towns - covered in ashes
Defence is shaping, using ourselves
Soon we will venture, where all evil dwells

The might of our forces
Strength into lead
Nowhere they stop us
We've already bled



Credits
Writer(s): Rasmus Rolling, Andreas Sivertsvik
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