Silenced stories of restless scythe,
They broke the swarms, drove through the night.
Contagious wound, shrapnel and bite;
Friend now foe, come morning light.
Blood-stained walls of every height,
Repressing zounds of res extensa wight.
Bar up the exits, show no light;
They hide in shadow, starve themselves at night.

Hell's devilish approach, we face God's wrath;
An alliance we form, an escape we path.
Betrayal a necessity, fight for our own.
A dozen to ten, ten cuts me alone.

Tread lightly, tread lightly,
Shelter in fear.
No God and no hope,
There's no one left here.

They ambush me now, ten thousand to one,
I've found a companion, just me and my gun.