The plague has spread
Faster than ever imagined
Numbers of dead are
Exponentially growing

Carne Blood y Gore on a pressurized world you wont pray...

The taste for flesh is all-consuming
Nothing can stand in their way

Survivors dwindling
They are devoured alive
Torn limb from limb
Upon them the dead shall dine

Carne Blood y Gore on a pressurized world you wont pray...

Blood and gore are what they’re craving
Hoards are devouring their prey

Reek of death and gore
Permeates everything
Hoards getting closer
Cornering the living

Every rotting corpse
Gets a shot to the head
Ammo’s running scarce
Soon all will be left for dead

Infection still spreading
There’s no cure to be found
Barely surviving
They will be bitten, each last one

No hope of living
All will join the ranks of the damned
Though they pray they know that there is
No salvation

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