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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 true, as the corpses 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 human

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

Tables turn as a victim I've now
State of only waiting to return
Vital signs that I'm dead
can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave
Hunger grows not nutritional but
Flesh my only crave of this live
Unthinking state, a state of
Seeking to keep me dead

Degenerate, a of man's frustration for his error
hunger for mankind, building with each kill
Seeking human to meet my fill
Cannibal I've become, happened to my brain

Feast on the corpse, suck out its
As its fluids drip the drain
Chew on the bones, from its bladder
The vile stench only makes me

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

I gore, I'll eat your guts

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

Suicide, the only way to avoid being by the undead
Grave yards coming with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, corpses, upsuring the population
Sickening disaster of proportions, devouring us
Blood I want to drink, I want to
Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll
Bones into a spear, carve and kill
Hunger for the quest, I'll never

I crave gore, I'll eat guts