Looking from the inside out Strange eyes connected to feral minds want flesh. The containment is in its full effect To control the surging zenith of hell
Don't worry, Don't fear Said a voice to the damned incoherent, they only scream
A strange reality right out of a nightmare Full of chaos, disorder and despair I will not forget to mention the horror Of the souls that still live in bodies necrotizing
Once upon a time they were sheep living their normal lives living out their hopes and dreams with no fear of impending doom As they are now born again into a festering undead state Their desire once vast has diminished to an instinctual obsession to feast upon the living.
Tyrants in control with agendas of secrecy Twisted shadows they cast no claim to divinity The containment holds back their human flock of undead Ready to be released to sate their need for gore
By the will of their greed They leave no memory Creating perfection with the damned Leaving no humanity In the wake of the undead awakening Bringing light to failure of religion
The dead shall walk the earth The dead shall walk the earth The dead shall walk the earth The dead shall walk the earth