| Something stirring in the darkness, clawing at the dirt
|
| Casket walls now splinter, the dead crawl up from the earth
|
| Unnatural ways of science, breathe life into a corpse
|
| Dead things rise from grave-sites, to feed without remorse
|
| Re-animated cannibals
|
| Rise again to eat their fill
|
| Flesh to rend and blood to spill
|
| Return to life to fucking kill
|
| Doomsday voodoo prophecy, prediction now fulfilled
|
| Upon unholy ground the cursed blood is spilled
|
| Graveyard now a slaughterhouse, tombstones spattered red
|
| To mark the place the living were vanquished by the dead
|
| Re-animated cannibals
|
| Rise again to eat their fill
|
| Flesh to rend and blood to spill
|
| Return to life to fucking kill
|
| Bones and flesh, walk without breath
|
| The dead alive, you won’t survive
|
| Feast on flesh, devour brains
|
| Until only the dead remain
|
| Solo — Sebastian Phillips
|
| Re-animated cannibals
|
| Rise again to eat their fill
|
| Flesh to rend and blood to spill
|
| Return to life to fucking kill |