Load Your Guns with the Holy Word

. Got my head down. Boots on the ground.

Empty streets that go no one around. He lost his crown,

now shadows creep. This ghost town secrets, they never sleep. The wind whispers

once, dust in the air. See the church steeple,

but nobody's there. Three, two, one. The devil's on

the run. But I'm standing my ground. I won't be outdone.

Load your guns with the holy word. Speak out loud, let your voice

be heard. When the night gets cold and the demons come,