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

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

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

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

Feast on the corpse, suck out its
As its drip down the drain
on the bones, drink from its bladder
The vile stench makes me madder

In the mouth, out the forehead
Brains fall out, skin red
Violent surge, a spear through the
Felt the urge, now my full

I gore, I'll eat your guts

I gore, blood drives me nuts
I drink blood, I don't like
my cud, I feast in the slaughter
Twist its neck, it crack

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

I gore, I'll eat your guts