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A lonesome road ahead.

Seclusion now my home.

Walking with the dead.

Years survive alone.

I can see, I believe,

I control my insanity.

I can feel, I resist,

A lone survival anarchist.

Walk with the dead!

Walk with the dead!

One morning I awoke,

beside my wife in bed.

When I touched her silky hair,

my feelings turned to dread.

When I realized she was dead!

I survived the plague,

as one among the few.

Now I walk the barren lands,

looking for culprit clues.

The reason for this nightmare, is hidden deep below.

I found an entrance, covered beneath the snow.

They will pay!

I can see, I believe,

I control my insanity.

I can feel, I resist,

A lone survival anarchist.

Walk with the dead!

Walk with the dead!