The white pale moon struggled to shine through the rows of tall green pillars. The shadows the plants cast were long and dark. Men armed with electrical torches approached the field, and as their lights shone, broken stems could be seen hewn on the ground, carpeting the ashen soil. Someone had clearly been here earlier. A menacing and otherworldly stench thickened as they continued onward. The smell seemed to permeate from somewhere deep beyond. Scanning the edges left and right with their torches for the source, a color caught their attention. Barely noticeable among the husks of plants, a trail snaked deeper into the maze of plants. A trail of red. A trail of blood.
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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
