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Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh |
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Terror builds, at the thought of being dead |
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Prophecy of the wisemen of old |
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Now comes true, as the corpses break the soil |
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Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead |
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The dead awake, what the populace in fearing |
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Panic strikes as the nations run in fear |
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Ocean boil with blood of human victims |
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Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead |
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Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh |
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Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the population |
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Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us |
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Tables turn as a victim |
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I've become now |
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State of death only waiting to return |
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Vital signs that show |
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I'm deadThis can't happen, |
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I'm rising from my own grave |
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Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual |
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Flesh becomes my only crave of this live |
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Unthinking state, a state of metamorphisis |
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Seeking food to keep me dead |
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Degenerate, a product of man's frustration for his error |
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Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill |
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Seeking human victims to meet my fill |
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Cannibal I've become, what's happened to my brain |
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Feast on the corpse, suck out its brain |
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As its fluids drip down the drain |
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Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder |
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The vile stench only makes me madder |
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In through the mouth, out the forehead |
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Brains fall out, skin turns red |
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Violent surge, a spear through the skull |
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Felt the urge, now my heart's full |
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I crave gore, |
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I'll eat your guts |
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I love gore, blood drives me nuts |
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I drink blood, |
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I don't like water |
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Intestines my cud, |
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I feast in the slaughter |
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Twist its neck, make it crack |
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Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead |
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Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh |
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Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the population |
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Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us |
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Blood I want to drink, |
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I want to suck |
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Brains I want to eat, the rest |
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I'll chuck |
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Bones into a spear, |
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I'll carve and kill |
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Hunger for the quest, |
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I'll never fill |
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I crave gore, |
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I'll eat your guts |
