Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, as the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wise men of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the nations run in fear
Oceans boil with blood of human victims
Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by
the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry
for living flesh
Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the
population
Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions,
devouring us
Tables turn as a victim I've become now
State of death only waiting to return
Vital signs that show I'm dead
This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave
Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only crave of this live
Unthinking state, a state of metamorphosis
Seeking food to keep me dead
Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for
his error
Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with
each kill
Seeking human victims to meet my fill
Cannibal I've become, what's happened to my
brain
Feast on the corpse, suck out his brain
As its fluids drip down the drain
Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder
The vile stench only makes me madder
In through the mouth, out the forehead
Brains fall out, skin turns red
Violent surge, a spear through the skull
Felt the urge, now my heart's full
I crave gore, I'll eat your guts
I love gore, blood drives me nuts
I drink blood, I don't like water
Intestines my cud, I feast in the slaughter
Twist its neck, make it crack
Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by
the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry
for living flesh
Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the
population
Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions,
devouring us
Blood I want to drink, I want to suck
Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll chuck
Bones into a spear, I'll carve and kill
Hunger for the quest, I'll never fill
I crave gore, I'll eat your guts