| Walking through blood and guts, scattered bodies
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| Butchered human remains, a sweet smell of bowels and blood
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| A morbid legion, with a hunger for flesh
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| I see them coming in a trail of death
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| The undead invades, bringer of death
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| They show no mercy when they hunt for flesh
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| Carnal, carnage, increasing, bloodthirst
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| Relentless, gluttony, driven, by flesh
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| Troops of decomposing creatures, prepare for war
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| Forward through, the field of death
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| Crushing spines with an axe, chainsaw decapitation
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| A dagger through the eye, maiming of the enemies
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| Harvest with your axe again, split their brains in half
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| Cut up their infected veins, send them back to their graves
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| The undead invades, bringer of death
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| They show no mercy when they hunt for flesh |