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Mr. Mayor, the mission burns
The zombies are marching, they close on the square
Families are cold, look down at their 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 rapture of this world
Save our city (Fought and fell for our great king)
Keep our souls, Lord (We burned alive and boiled)
Through the Rapture [The mayor's ruined head, the boy steps through the window] (The dragon, red and wrathful calls)
Of this world [and cries out from the ledge to the people below] (We rise and march once more, cursed in death-)
(Save our city) There's a time to pray and there's a time to fight (-we starve for flesh. Our skin is-)
(Keep our souls, Lord) Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right (- cooked and curled)