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