In the ruins of the basement, in the middle of the dead day, the traveler meets the horror that awaits only him. Bubba is walking, he is a mountain of muscles and bones, And the earth groans under the tread of his feet.

A ruthless gaze, and fangs like a boar's, And a roar that pierces the soul. He wreaks havoc, destroying everything to dust, And it is IMPOSSIBLE to survive in battle with him.

He breaks down barriers, knows no fear, There is no doubt or collapse in his rage. Only growls and blows, only strength and anger, And in the battle with him, only defeat awaits the guest.

So be afraid, traveler, when the night comes, When Bubba goes hunting in the city. And pray that that night is over, and his chainsaw couldn't help you.