Twitching corpses six feet below Waiting to rise up and feast Torrential storms moisten the ground Up through the soil they come
Stumbling and shambling around Tasting the air for human flesh Their hunger a fire uncontrolled Onslaught has begun
A feast on your brain Onslaught of the dead
You cannot escape the zombie's quest To dine on the living Chomping their way through flesh and sinew Gnawing on your bones
Eating machines from beyond the grave Fresh meat, disembowel Cannot escape the jaws of death All at home dismemberedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
