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Apocalypse Approaches

This song was created for Game of Bands round 230 : "Halloween V"

Lyrics:

Hear the scream

Nothing left in this wasteland
Cold tundras and hot desert sands
No feeling in these cold dead hands
Crushing defeat can't even stand
Apocalypse skies are turning tides
Too late to get off this ride
The ones left are all on the same side
All they want is somewhere to hide

Prepare for something immortal this way it comes
The creatures scurry away immune to your guns
Disintegrating, fracturing, dropping limbs one by one
Beware beware beware or surely you will be done
Run run run run run run run

Oozing is a matter of fashion
Showing off the best ectoplasm
Green is the glow of our passion
See all those faces turn ashen
No need to hide there's no sunlight
Basking in the constant midnight
Soaking it all up is a delight
Nevermore living out of sight

Seeking flesh that's so sweet
Spongy cortex folds are complete
Bodies will pile up on the streets
From any viewpoint it's all meat
Dive right into tender tissue
Feeding time for the undead crew

Prepare for something immortal this way it comes
The creatures scurry away immune to your guns
Disintegrating, fracturing, dropping limbs one by one
Beware beware beware or surely you will be done
[Exit]

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