in a land of k**ers, the sinners become the saints
pay attention and learn, know what must be done
turn the back on all what distracts, be alert and on point
focus to sharpen the eye, not only the knife
the wrongs have now, became the right
and all it takes, to stay alive, to never die
survival is learned, by the trials of life
A war is waiting under toxic skies
battles to be fought, 1 on 1 or against 300
numbers don't exist, it's a war until the end
those thought dead, continue to rise and rise again
the battle is the war of blood, the pure against the infected
A WAR IS WAITING
A WAR IS WAITING
A WAR IS WAITING
Under Toxic Skies
too heavy to load, too Import to leave behind
burdened visions, still relentless with resistance
Through another day, night rules of sleep and hide
another lesson from the Wild Zombie Blast Guide
think of all that is useful, what is found must be taken
this was a fault through development, not of the forsaken
the wrongs have now, became the right
and all it takes, to stay alive, to never die
survival is learned, by the trials of life
A war is waiting under toxic skies