Jagged yellowed teeth, rip into, necrotic flesh
Putrid rot is craved more than sex
There is no feeling and the mind has slowed
With perpetual ED for no blood will flow
No rest for the wicked or undead fiends
For Hypnos only comes, to the living
Left to wander the streets without direction
A cannibal, inherently killing, without discretion.
Mutated septicemic pathogens
A soul departs and leaves the man
The heart dies with dream - no reprieve
Don't think, just feed, walking disease!
No recalling pride wearing excrement
Nor learned behaviors, just incontinence
Clothes are soiled in gore and dirt
Blood has dried on a filth stiffened shirt
An abominate parasitic horror
To serve no other purpose other than devour
Deathless and without rest
Dead meat entombs - by life possessed
Muscles atrophy, eyes harden and gray
Without sustenance, the body fast decays
Skin's become cold sun damaged leather
Blow flies have left for something better
Hope for death, though driven by hunger
Self-preservation always wins over
If the body's a temple, let it be a house of charnel
Pile on the rotting, thicken the air with festering bodies!
Mutated septicemic pathogens
A soul departs and leaves the man
The heart dies with dream - no reprieve
Don't think, just feed, walking disease!
He claws open your neck, the pathogen spreads
Don't fight it now you're either dead or undead
Your body shudders as you're eaten alive
Screams serve no purpose, you may close your eyes
Though you may return with that final sigh...