Will I fall from a great height
As I fight with all my might?
The dark creatures keep swiping at me
As I climb down the stairs to the sea.
We must escape from this haunted place,
Where demons are flying in my face.
I can hear them flying through the sky
Before they hit us from way up high.
Who are these demons from hell?
Their features I cannot tell.
Are they living or dead?
Are they part of The Dead?
Will someone come to save our poor town?
I’m losing my hold and falling down.
Falling down to the sharp rocks below.
My sure end after a quick hello.
THE DEAD GAME