The Dead Awaken

From the fiery pits of hell they rise, leftovers from the chemical warfare Legions of the most morbid creatures, they are dead but still alive Drawn to the smell of pus, open wounds that will never heal They need to feed, they need the flesh, infected corpses hunger for blood Fingers boiling from radiation sickness, reach out to desquamate the skin When the flesh start to decompose, they revel in their human victims Piles of thousand slaughtered corpses, an endless wall of skin and bone Their grotesque path of gluttony, a reek of decomposing flesh Insane by feeding off the dead, they tear the massacred limbs apart Use their teeth to crush the bone, they need the blood No end to suffering They need the blood Emasculate, debauchery, carnal lust, sadistic pleasure Lacerate, ravenous, devouring, rancid entrails Disfigured limbless bodies, ruptured putrid skulls and bowels Revelations of morbidity, a reek of decomposing flesh Drained of all internal meat, left to rot in the sun Conquered by the living dead, they need the blood No end to suffering They need the blood No end to suffering They need the blood