“The birds have come a playing.
That’s all I am a saying.
You’d better do some praying
Or you’ll be soon a paying.”
Voices on the wind chanting the hymn.
Oh my god, can it really be him?
Has he come for the town?
Wipe off that silly frown.
We must leave right away.
It is clear we can’t stay.
Our town is now lost to The Dead.
My heart is pumping fast with dread.
THE DEAD GAME