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Spend the days in the sewers

Only moving in the night

Hiding from radiation

Spreading decay and blight

See the freaks in the shadows

Stalkers of the unknown

They seek the meat on your body

To make trophy’s of bone

To be lord of the wasteland

To be king of the streets

All hail the lord of the cage

Where everyone bleeds

To be lord of the dead lands

To be the king of the creeps

All hail the lord of the pit

Where all the corpses sleep

Feel the pain of the fallout

See the the blood as it burns

Feel the air as it trembles

As your subjects will yearn

The world is still burning

As we fight for the scraps

Out here on the wasteland

Every knife hits your back