Zetheren, it is a hard time to be a zombie in Malton. Christmas looms large on the horizon and we all have babahz to feed, but the brains have grown few and far between. The breathers, perpetually backward and stupid, have failed in their duty of care to provide the free range flesh that we need if we are to feed ourselves and our babahz. Now the brains are limited and where there are barricades they are high, keeping the delicious food from the grasp of the common zombie on the street, starving our friends, our loved ones into oblivion.
Do not cry for those starving zombies though, my zetheren. Tears are not enough. Tears will not feed the hungry shamblers of Malton.
This requires action and we, the greatest of all the hordes of Malton, are the ones who must take that action.
Today marks the start of the Ridleybank Resistance Front’s Christmas Food Drive ‘08!
No more will we allow hungry zambahz to go unfed! The RRF will be touring the barricaded areas of Malton to attack the battery farms of the city, opening them up to feed the starving zombies outside. The breathers want to keep their sweet, unused brains inside their skulls and their safe-houses, but we will not let them.
Tear down the barricades! Rip open the skulls!
FEED THE ZOMBIES!
It’s Christmas time, the harmanz all should be afraid.
At Christmas time, we kill their light and then we eat their brains.
And with brains aplenty, we can roar a GRAAAGH of joy.
Stick your claws in harman throats at Christmas time.But say a prayer, pray for the hungry ones.
At Christmas time it’s hard, but whilst you’re having fun
There’s a zombie in the Homeland
Crying bitter, hungry tears.
And the only food he’s gnawing is a fleshless trenchie’s ear
And no feeding groans ring out there, just the cries of starving doom
Well tonight thank God it’s them instead of you!And there’ll be no brains in Ridleybank this Christmas time.
The greatest gift they’ll get is their unlife.
And the babahz never grow, no brains, no blood will flow
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?(Here’s to you)
Roar a graaagh for everyone.
(Here’s to them)
Headshot by the trenchy scum.
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.
Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.
Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.
Let them know it’s Christmas time again.Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.
Let them know it’s Christmas time again.Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.
Let them know it’s Christmas time again.Feed the zo-o-o-om-bies.
Let them know it’s Dinnertime again.
