Your mind is poisoned.
Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized.
The drawbridge is closing.
Sent to the valley of the great divide,
Out where the dreams all hide,
Out where the wind don't blow,
Out here the good girls die,
And the sky won't snow.
Out here the bird don't sing,
Out here the field don't grow,
Out hear the bell don't ring,
Out here the good girls die.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, he's getting ready for the showdown.
Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire.
She said she always knew he'd come around.
And the decades disappear.
Like sinking ships but we persevere.
God gives us hope, but we still fear what we don't know.
Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, it's such a bitter form of refuge.
Why don't you know the kingdoms under siege, and everybody needs you.
Is there still magic in the midnight sun, or did you leave it back in '61?
In the cadence of a young man's eyes.
Out where the dreams all hide.
In a brisk mid-November of the tragic year of 2013, a new type of weapon was unleashed from Antarctica, which had secretly been the base of a radical 'government' system set on dominating the rest of the world, or destroying it for years. In the midst of the second year of the war, it had completed this weapon, a bomb no larger than the size of a hand grenade, but something that would completely change the tide of the strife. Being let out in any crowded public places, mass hysteria spread, and death tolls rose exponentially. The only signal that there was a missile there were piles of the dead and an immense level of radioactivity. The mighty United States was the ill-fated test subject, and the poor folk hit by the bombs were buried in shallow graves due to the lack of time and space.
The US was close to a breakthrough for a defense system when they realized their most calamitous mistake in the entire war. Not the time it took to get a defense, nor the non-use of the rusty old nuclear bombs that they and the rest of the world had retired years ago in the Pact of Peace, for the environment and all the people of Earth. No one could have predicted it, and anyone that did would have been deemed insane. The shallow graves. A few short months after the first attacks, the first dead began to rise.
The rest rose within weeks, and each of bodies themselves now emitted all the radioactivity released by one of these bombs, creating a chain reaction that swept the nation. The amount of true living across the country was quickly reduced to only a few million, next a few hundred thousand, and, after that point, it became impossible to keep count, as there were only the few and often far-between. The ones left seemed to be immune to the radiation, but were still no match for the brute force of numbers of the cannibalistic risen. Emergency generators were the only sources of electricity, and communication between cities was out of the question.
And, when all was lost, the scarce number of humans left began to fight back. It had little effect against the hordes of the undead, but it instilled a vigor in the cities that managed to get a refugee safety system set up, and gave the separated peoples of the nation the one thing they needed the most- hope.