Song Of Our Reign

We march through forests of flame and frost

We reap the souls of the found and lost

We drain the strength of bone and brush

We leave behind only soot and mush

Over barren wastes and toxic plains

We flood the fields with acid rains

Brandishing iron and ice cold steel

We crack the whip on satan's heel

For we are the dead who rise in the night

Swigging beer and venom for the fight

We're Tricia and Robbie, you've heard our call

Ahead of chaos, misfortune, and destruction for all!

Ha!