LAST MAN STANDING

The lights are out all here we are trapped,
The stench of death within our hearts,
When all the chances to survive are gone
We won't let 'em take us.

The bullets flying upon our heads
The fireballs bursting like the rest
Now fear is master of the soul:
"Your doom is near, let your life flow".

Until I'm dead I'll strike 'em back
Berserker for our life I stand
See human bodies lying around
To my revenge now I am bound.

I hear [bad word] it's my time
I wear the helmet on my head
I block the armor on my chest
And clutch the shotgun for the fest.

Despite [bad word] I will be standing!
Until the end the last man standing!
Despite [bad word] I will be standing!
Until the end the last man standing!

I am covered with deep wounds
But still alive I stand
I wait their strike again
Forever I will stand

Despite [bad word] I will be standing!
Until the end the last man standing!
Despite [bad word] I will be standing!
Until the end still here I'll stand!