You heard the stories as a child
Of the living dead
Since those days that's all that has been
Going through your head

Rotting flesh and broken bones
Topped with a putrid scent
Mankind is doomed to become food
As his punishment

Stalking
Waiting
Hunting
Feasting
The Dead will rise...

Becoming one with the virus
I now crave human flesh
I lose control of myself
And seek out meat that's fresh

Turn away or kill me now
For I cannot be saved
For I shall die a painful death
Within the path I paved

Stalking
Waiting
Hunting
Feasting
The Dead will rise...

The
Dead
Will
Rise

Stalking
Waiting
Hunting
Feasting

The Dead will rise...

Badass

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