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Ludo
Ludo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Volpe
Andrew Volpe
Composer
Timothy Ferrell
Timothy Ferrell
Songwriter
Timothy Convy
Timothy Convy
Songwriter
Matthew Palermo
Matthew Palermo
Songwriter
Marshall Fanciullo
Marshall Fanciullo
Songwriter

Lyrics

Mr. Mayor, the mission burns The zombies are marching, they close on the square Families are cold, look down at their souls Huddled in camps on the old marble steps of City Hall Faith in their God, that's all that they've got Across the room, beyond the pane The whole world is churning, bleeding and burning, hailstorms and ash The moon is as blood Over the soldiers who sag in the mud Save our city Keep our souls, Lord Through the rapture of this world Little boy, I'm just a man, a mere civil servant Against this tyrant God I've allied with our King, salvation he brings Protecting the city against all the troops Heaven sent But the dead walk again, this is the end Oh I'm just a man, my time has come Long live King Simius! May he deliver us from this nightmare! And with a blast like the sun His lips are unwrapped from the barrel of his gun Save our city Keep our souls, Lord Through the rapture of this world Fought and fell for our great king We burned alive and boiled The dragon, red and wrathful calls We rise and march once more Cursed in death, we starve for flesh Our skin is cooked and curled We'll eat our kin and smash them in In Hell, we'll grind their bones Save our city Keep our souls, Lord Through the rapture of this world Save our city Keep our souls, Lord Through the rapture of this world Save our city (Fought and fell for our great king) Keep our souls, Lord (We burned alive and boiled) Through the Rapture [The mayor's ruined head, the boy steps through the window] (The dragon, red and wrathful calls) Of this world [and cries out from the ledge to the people below] (We rise and march once more, cursed in death-) (Save our city) There's a time to pray and there's a time to fight (-we starve for flesh. Our skin is-) (Keep our souls, Lord) Anything can be a weapon if you're holding it right (- cooked and curled) (Through the rapture) Defend what is yours, they will not take our souls (We'll eat our kin and smash them in) It's time now to rise and fight! Save our city! Keep our souls, Lord! Rise now and fight!
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