He was born to a world that was cold and mean,
He was a gunslinger by age seventeen.
And he met this girl, with an interesting life,
Lost her husband and kid in wee bit o’ strife.

He joined a cult, that was kind of odd,
Where he killed in the name of a Slavic god.
And he did real good, through the ranks he rose,
‘Till he was one of the chosen that the demon guy chose.

He awoke one day, and was cast away.
And the reason why, nobody would say.
So they threw him in a hole and they buried him deep.
And for a real long time, there was nary a peep.

‘Till one day he busted up out of the ground,
And killed a zombie with a pitchfork that he found.
Then he came across some cultists and he blew them away,
‘Cause he was mad as hell, and they were all gonna pay.

Then he got on a train, and he made it de-rail.
And he sent a mime some bullets by machinegun mail.
And he found a big temple, so he went inside.
And his enemies found, that there was nowhere to hide.

They said to pick a door, and he did, and he won.
And blew away a gargoyle with a big-ass gun.
And he found the body of his girlfriend dead,
So he set her on fire and then he said:
“Sleep.”

So long story short, he found his old god,
And he pumped a lot of ammo in his goat-like bod.
And he fell on the ground, and he started to glow.
And then he disappeared, where he went I don’t know.

Then some wimpy little guy walked up to the man,
And he started to babble and wave his hands.
I think he was happy ’cause the demon was dead,
But our hero was tired so he filled him with lead.

Come splatter your friends with blood tonight.
Kill zombies with guns and dynamite.
It is time to make, the bad things right.
I use cheats to help me fight.