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Undead feast, as tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, at the of being dead
of the wisemen of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break the
Ancient breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace in
Panic strikes as the nations run in
Ocean boil blood of human victims

Suicide, the only way to being eaten by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living
Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the
Sickening disaster of proportions, devouring us

Tables turn as a victim I've now
State of death only waiting to
Vital that show I'm dead
This happen, I'm rising from my own grave
Hunger not nutritional but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only of this live
Unthinking state, a of metamorphisis
Seeking food to me dead

Degenerate, a product of man's for his error
Insatiable hunger for mankind, with each kill
Seeking human victims to my fill
I've become, what's happened to my brain

Feast on the corpse, out its brain
As its fluids drip down the
Chew on the bones, drink its bladder
The vile stench makes me madder

In the mouth, out the forehead
fall out, skin turns red
Violent surge, a through the skull
the urge, now my heart's full

I gore, I'll eat your guts

I love gore, blood me nuts
I drink blood, I don't water
Intestines my cud, I in the slaughter
its neck, make it crack

Suicide, the only way to avoid being by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living
Psychotic, corpses, upsuring the population
Sickening disaster of proportions, devouring us
Blood I to drink, I want to suck
Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll
Bones into a spear, I'll carve and
Hunger for the quest, I'll fill

I crave gore, I'll eat guts