Keep your head when there's no one left
Don't fall prey to the pack
Only listen well to the stories they may tell
If it keeps the rain off your back

Stay your blade 'till they turn your way
Their blood isn't worth the rust
Never strike first, let them give way to thirst,
And deny them the fruit of their lust

Be strong on your own and you'll never be alone
As the weak will flock to your side
But beware the crowd, let whispers sound loud
And one eye ahead and behind