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Lock the god-damn door

Blockade your fucking floor

And just wait for the first all-clear to come

Nail up all your frames

Looks like they won’t play games

You hear them clear on the streets

Order to stay at home

They’re coming

They’re coming

They’re coming

They’re coming

Hear!

They come

Here they come

The devils horde released

Hear!

They come

Here they come and you’re gonna be their feast

Hear!

They come

Here they come and don’t get caught outside

Or you will be dead meat

Home meat home

Home meat home

They’re scratching at your door

Snarling from the floor

You can’t wait for the first all-clear to come

Nails drill through the frames

No they don’t play games

Hear their screams in the streets

They gonna visit your home

They’re coming

They’re coming

They’re coming

They’re coming

Hear!

They come

Here they come

The devils horde released

Hear!

They come

Here they come and you’re gonna be their feast

Hear!

They come

Hear they come and don’t get caught outside

Or you will be dead meat

My door is just wood

But my will is iron

My door is just wood

But my will is iron

Home meat home

Home meat home