Matryr's and Master's,
Walker's and Rider's,
Wives lost in time,
A colony in space,
A man with a sandwich in a killer's reach,
Horror is the hell that awaits,
Ready for us to break.

Our guns stay ♥♥♥♥♥♥,
Our cameras freshly loaded,
Our promises kept,
Our bastards hurtling through space,
And when the man cheers to his feast,
We'll know we've reached the peak,
That survival horror is no mere nightmare,

But we are strong in its face.