4. Britannia Of The Dead Song - Lyrics by friedbadger House band Ai
ok these are pretty epic! I promise you i wont do many more haha
Lyrics done by me and music done by AI
Links to where i made this right here:
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Lyrics:
Under neath the flickering light.
Of this bouncing London city life.
A darking doom closes near...
Hear gun shots so far away, and growls of the Undead run this way.
distant bombs catch the ear closing ever near
I must ride to those who's dear....
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead grows ever near.
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead is fear.
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead is here.
A journey so far.
A dream has gone.
Now rest your head Britannia of the dead.
Britain has fallen. now close your eyes is it a dream the dead walk the streets. wipe away your tears take my hand my dear...
crash into a Bus stop and bang my fat head.
A journey that lead us but so many are dead.
Wilson and that other one I forget...
Dave i hunt you for killing Wilsons grace.
Watching a fellow man get munched upon while we squash one out in strain.
Gangs of London call our name in vain.
Burry our fallen in a graveyard to rest we shall forever honour you may you long rest.
We must run, we must fight, we lost a trader this night.
Bandits chase me, whistlers haunt me now flee this haunted dead...
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead grows ever near.
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead is fear.
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead is here.
A journey so far.
A dream has gone.
Now rest your head Britannia of the dead.
Britain has fallen. now close your eyes is it a dream the dead walk the streets. wipe away your tears take my hand my dear...
Pack up the bike and flee for home..
pray to God for my family. Are they alive or dead?
Manchester has fallen we must ride on north!
We get to you now I hold you near.
Alarm bells ring and gun shots fire.
Hordes of zombies doom these walls.
Death was following ever close.
I hold my dear daughter ever close.
A dark hooded figure stretched out his hand now follow me to the light..
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead grows ever near.
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead is fear.
Run away, run away in fear
Britannia of the dead is here.
A journey so far.
A dream has gone...