| Bodies Are Rising |
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| Days end, no light in sight, so this is how the end begins |
| The ground is moving, the soil it boils, bodies are rising |
| Ripping and rendering no thoughts, no soul |
| Just a voracious hunger for the living |
| Putrid, wretched, rotting beast, bodies are rising |
| It seems so futile |
| Nothing slows them down |
| The dead keep on rising |
| Hunting and killing |
| The people they bite into |
| They feed upon their skin |
| Will soon get up to kill |
| A cycle with no end |
