• Strings attached to every limb
    In the midst of howling wind
    Controlling every move they make
    Some still tied to their stake
    Causing such an awful fright
    For this is called a crimson night
    Corpses marching up the street
    Recruiting everyone they meet
    Into the march of corpses they bind
    Leaving their lives and souls behind
    They strangle and stab
    Then tie up and dab
    Tying many more to the unknown force
    That created and leads the march of the corpse
    As dawn breaks it comes to an end
    They all disappear around the bend
    Because of this fearful, crimson night
    Hold your loved ones very tight
    For if this march should come again
    You'll never know who'll meet their end