Battle Cry of A Skeleton Crew


You, the ones before us, burnt the world to ash

And we were left to pick through the cinders.

You say to yourselves in muffled voices,

"We Are The Damned. We Are The Dead."

But here is the cry of my generation,

The young, the proud, the hungry.

I say to you

-W E  A R E  T H E  U N D E A D !-


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