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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