Narrator: “With The Nazi Rednecks Being Crushed To Tiny Little Pieces Of Meat, The Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight Leaves The Scene With A Sparkle In His Eyes. He Knows There Is Only One Last Thing To Do. Eliminate The Zombie Hordes And Unify The Entire Human Race. He May Be Bruised, He May Be Bleedin'...”

Old Spice Crypt-O-Knight: “...But I Ain't Got Time To Bleed!”

Look At Us And Our Ruined World And What We Have Become.
The Dust Has Settled, Everyone Can See What Happened To Society.
We Will Revolve, We Will Resolve Fear, Helplessness And Despair.

Epiphany Comes As We Start To See
Freedom Needs To Be Eked Out By Ourselves In This Reality.
Let's Get A Grip And Rearrange All Things That We Have Let Slip.

Our Lynchmob Won't Stop. Hear The Beat Of Ten Thousand Feet,
Trampling Onto Bloodstained Concrete Streets.

Armed We March. And We Hit The Mark, Won't Go Astray.
Nothing Stands In Our Way.
Blood And Bowels Flyin' High.
Liberty Rules Tonight.

Enough Is Enough, People Unite!
Get Your Axes, Chainsaws, Knifes For The Final Fight.

We Fear No More, This Kingdom Shall Now Fall.
All You Mindless Bastards Will Bend, For We'll Be Your End.
The Symbol Of A Thoughtless Life Is What You Are.
The Runs, Virus For The Weak, That Never Dared To Seek A Truth Behind The Lies.

Through Dead Blood We Wade, Decapitate, Slice And Disintegrate.
Just A Few More Brain Dead To Go.

Lynchmob! March On!

Hear The Beat Of Ten Thousand Feet
Trampling Onto Bloodstained Concrete Streets.
Our Lynchmob Won't Stop, Lynchmob Won't Stop
Until The Very Last Rotten Undead Drop.

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