the urban killing fields you'll never take me alive they came in wave after wave unstopping unwavering the zombies in their stoic death poses stopping in the moonlight their agonies mirrored by the strobe from the fire from my weapon ripping away chards of mottled flesh a souvenir for eternity i try to blow them away as fast as i can but i know resistance is futile they are mowed down by the thousands martyrs from the anciend age boiled and pickled in their daily rum rations smoked and flavored in rich ciggarette smoke leathery cover favored over the power of rippling muscle they came stinking and choking warm slugs ripping non existent vital organs they were the fallen from dieppe the butcher'd villages in nam the baked in bergen belsen figurative life in their eyes but true literal murder in their hearts and as i was taken down i knew they had christened their land with the love of a crippled patriot the blood from my veins making their wine my flesh their savior and eucharist i am one of them joining my brothers with the maggots underfoot lying to rest without peace shutting our eyes our victims await in the urban killing fields. forlorn extender - Gothic!