The last head falls to the ground No one is left alive They thought that they could take me down But it's not my time to die I wipe the blood from my sword And slide it in my belt This is the sweetest of rewards The best rush I have felt Ten men are dead

Survivors of this morbid fate The reborn meek not live not dead Are left to start a new Misshapen and half mutated Not a zombie not a human Evil creatures grew Not one thing left alive but them The strongest will begin to reign A new society takes place