"Mr. Mayor, the mission burns.
The zombies are marching. They close on the square!
Families are cold; look down at they're souls,
Huddled in camps on the old marble steps of city hall.
Faith in their God: that's all that they've got."
Across the room, beyond the pane,
The whole world is churning, bleeding and burning.
Hailstorms and ash!
The moon is as blood
Over the soldiers who sag in the mud.
Save our city.
Keep our souls, Lord,
Through the rapture
Of this world.
"Little boy, I'm just a man,
A mere civil servant against this tyrant, God.
I've allied with our King, salvation he brings,
Protecting the city against all the troops Heaven sent,
But the dead walk again. This is the end.
"Oh, I'm just a man! My time has come!
Long live King Simius! May he deliver us
From this nightmare!"
And with a blast like the sun,
His lips are unwrapped from the barrel of his gun.
Save our city.
Keep our souls, Lord,
Through the rapture
Of this world.
Fought and fell for our great King,
We burned alive and boiled.
The dragon, red and wrathful, calls.
We rise and march once more.
Cursed in death, we starve for flesh.
Our skin is cooked and curled.
We'll eat our kin and smash them in.
In Hell, we'll grind their bones.
Save our city.
Keep our souls, Lord,
Through the rapture
Of this world.
Save our city.
Keep our souls, Lord,
Through...
The mayor's ruined head... The boy steps through the window
And cries out from the ledge to the people below,
"There's a time to pray, and there's a time to fight!
Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right!
Defend what is yours! They will not take our souls!
It's time now to rise and fight!
"Save our city!
Keep our souls, Lord!
Right now and fight!"
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