The Dead.

The dead
The dead all dressed in red
In dermal metal made of lead
Made for the elves a stony bed
There to join the dead
The dead

The slaves
The slaves holed in their caves
With rifles and their great war staves
Rise in tremors and shock-waves
The God's almighty slaves
The slaves

The war
The war since times of yore
Between men and gods and carnivores
Raging on forevermore
The never-ending war
The war

The fight
The fight raged in the night
And to the dying of the light
Flee to your ships and to spaceflight
From the ancient fight
The fight

The dead
The dead all soaked in red
In dermal metal made of lead
Fight for their patron gods a-bed
They are the quiet dead
The dead