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