They start upon the shore.
Clothes tattered and torn.
Breach of light on the hillside.
Into the darkened war.
The city never sleeps.
Too many screams in the night.
First sight of a helping hand, to bring you through to the front of the line.
Patience, we still have time.
Gracious to let them die.
Drove on the horizon.
End is nigh.
Unmarked and worn from the weather.
Risen men with a cancered blight.
The night blinds me from a shadow,
tall dark figure with an aura of flies.
Can't escape the moonlight glow.
Blockade the windows and doors.
Don't trust them anymore.
We can't live on the edge of the killing floor.
Caress my wounds
Give me time to bloom.
The sun will fade.
Close the Cherno gates.