Standing at accuracy's demise
We have reached the new world wasteland.
Population converted: one by one,
Thousands upon thousands.
Like scavengers on waste,
Like the vultures on the sick,
Zombies outnumber the living.

We are the outnumbered! [ 2x ]

Find your post, find your shelter
In Hopes of outliving the undead

Build your walls maintain protection
With ambitions of beating the odds. [ 2x ]

In a sea of stinking of rot,
In a place where living humans
Are no longer the hunters,
All the money in the world
Won't satisfy the enemy.

Hunted!! [ 4x ]

Standing at accuracy's demise
We have reached the new world wasteland.
Mankind is the losing faction;
Retreat is eternally hopeless.

Find your post, find your shelter
In hopes of outliving the undead.

Build your walls, maintain protection
With ambitions of beating the odds. [ 2x ]

We are the outnumbered.