Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh

Terror builds, at the thought of being dead

Prophecy of the wisemen of old

Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil

Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead

The dead awake, what the populace is fearing

Panic strikes as the nations run in fear

Oceans boil with blood of human victims



Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead

Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh

Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the population

Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us



Tables turn as a victim I've become now

State of death only waiting to return

Vital signs that show I'm dead

This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave

Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual

Flesh becomes my only crave of this live

Unthinking state, a state of metamorphisis

Seeking food to keep me dead

Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his terror

Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill

Seeking human victims to meet my fill

Cannibal I've become, what's happened to my brain



Feast on the corpse, suck out his brain

As its fluids drip down the drain

Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder

The vile stench only makes me madder



In through the mouth, out the forehead

Brains fall out, skin turns red

Violent surge, a spear through the skull

Felt the urge, now my heart's full



I crave gore, I'll eat your guts



I love gore, blood drives me nuts

I drink blood, I don't like water

Intestines my cud, I feast in the slaughter

Twist its neck, make it crack



Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead-acapo