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

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

Tables turn as a victim I've now
of death only waiting to return
Vital that show I'm dead
This can't happen, I'm rising from my own
grows not nutritional but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only crave of this
state, a state of metamorphisis
Seeking to keep me dead

Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his
Insatiable hunger for mankind, with each kill
Seeking victims to meet my fill
Cannibal become, what's happened to my brain

on the corpse, suck out its brain
As its drip down the drain
Chew on the bones, drink from its
The vile only makes me madder

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

I crave gore, eat your guts

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

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

I crave gore, I'll eat your