The salt was sprayed and the war machines advanced
I realized there was no safety in sight
Shells as large as blades of grass
Peered over the horizon reinforced with pebbles
Shinsworth quivers behind me
Oh, how I pitied him
I have all to give but nothing to lose
And he has people expecting his return
The ground continues to shake with the armored creatures continuing their advance
Salt penetrated shins with slobbery hide
And he began to froth
The first thing that hit me was the smell
A vile concoction of tar and ooze hit my optical tentacles
And within seconds Shinsworth was no more
But still they came
But still they came
But still they came
But still they came
As I saw them coming down the hill
As my friend melted into the ground
Into the mud, into the blood
I was filled with a rage I had never felt before
And I saw red and I began to scream
But still they came
So I crawled forward while lying beneath me
Over the salt, over the shards, over the shells
Toward my death, toward my doom
And I was torn piece from piece
Slime from slime, scum from scum
And I felt life slip away
As I groaned and swerved in its watery grave
And I felt peace
But still they came
But still they came
But still they came