Kino Der Toten Poem by Champion Chris

In this cinema of the dead,
Where the truth lies forever unread

Four soldiers to each their own,
All condemned to be forever alone

Guns and weapons full of abundance,
And perks to test their survival endurance

Roars and growls all through the night,
Zombies rage while the humans fight

'Fetch me their souls' an evil cries,
Hellhounds ensure that Richtofen dies

A box of mysteries and tools of war,
Power turned on now open the door

'Out of vodka' the russian yells,
Sober now to the zombie hells

A crack of lightning surrounds the four,
Off to another undead world