LurbeFlummel

Necropolis. We're the Necropolice, And we police the dead In their coffins for beds; We fight for justice in the world Of the dead. Left. Right. Left. Right. The army of the grave Is marching back from war; We never thought it'd end -- How many more will they send? Back and back we march. Johnny's home in the usual way, Just a sack in the cargo bay. City of death, city of gloom, We hope you know what's coming soon. Necropolis. We're the Necropolice. When you go to the grave, You'll only be saved If you fight in all the battles Of the dead. Left. Right. Left. Right. The army of the grave Is marching off to war; When we