Shooter in the Halls🎵 · 10:34pm Apr 11th, 2021

Original Song: Paschendale - Iron Maiden

*Instrumental*

In the hallways, many lay
Lonely student, unknown name
With his dying breath, he pray
“Let that monster rot in Hell.”

*Instrumental*

With the bullying he’s endured
Ask the jury of his soul
Cleanse his bullets with your tears
None shall speak about his fears

*Instrumental*

Walk alone in the body filled halls
Children looking terrified
His once close friends scared for their lives
Never gain their trust again

Bullet holes in the sides of the walls
The floor is a deep blood red
A group of students make a break for the door
A burst of rounds be the end of them all

*Instrumental*

Windows shattered by stray fire
Cadavers propped against the lockers
A once clean place now a bloody tomb
Many on his list meet their doom

Many children lose their lives
The innocent traumatized
Surely there’s a place in hell for them
Hunting Season about to begin

Fall, fall from grace
To the grave, from which they can’t escape
Fall, fall from grace
Into Hell, from which they won’t escape

Cadavers, they liter the ground
Students shaking, traumatized
Sounds of guns blazing in the halls
Into Satan’s maw, he goes!

Police outside the school
Parents there must mourn the loss
How could one be so cruel?
Why has Satan stole his soul?

That’s when I heard the children cry,
“Please God, let no more die!”
So that people know the horror
Of the shooter in the halls

*Instrumental*

Here, we have Satanic lust
Retribution trapped by his soul
Troubled by ones he kills
Yet his lust is hungry still

He stared them down for the final time
Gun ready as he aims it high
The pleas of mercy are hopeless
Burst of rounds, and the line he crosses!

*Instrumental*

Blood is pouring like a waterfall
And his soul is all but gone
Cross the line he can’t uncross
And so he dies in the school’s halls

*Instrumental*

Dodging rifles and pistol fire
And there’s no sign that he will tire
Yet his massacre seems done
And the lives can’t be taken back

Watch him march out the doors
A burst of rounds takes him down
He lies there bleeding, but no one cares
An almost poetic death

Fall, fall from grace
To the grave, from which they can’t escape
Fall, fall from grace
Into Hell, from which they won’t escape

*Instrumental*

Hear the children scream again
Cross the plains which none can see
Those who died shall meet again
Those who died to the shooter in the halls~

*Instrumental ends*

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