Last Hallway Stand

The iron gates begin to creak and bend

They breach the wall,

this is the bitter end

Cold hands are reaching through the broken gate

They overrun the yard,

the living fall

A wave of shadow climbs the castle wall

No shield can hold,

no blade

can stop the tide

(nowhere left to hide)

But in the narrow hall,

the knights make their final stand

Four steel blades against a plague-ridden land

One narrow pass where the horde cannot crowd

We fight

beneath

a dust-choked shroud

Inside the narrow hall the tide is turned

With every strike a fleeting victory earned

We hold the line,

we force the horde to break (for honor's sake)

Through the ash the zombie King is found

One final strike, his crown hits the ground

The crown is broken,

the crown is shattered

Silence falls upon the hall

No more footsteps, no more crawl

(we

survived)