Endless rounds pumping into its skin
Being in the wrong place was its only sin
Hunger for only the taste of human meat
Dying but dead its ready to eat
Look into its eyes so empty and black
Better think fast cause it’s ready to attack
Load up your pistol and aim for its head
It’s too late, your too slow another victim dead
so much pain it's really a pity
the soulless stalkers of raccoon city.
 
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