Day s end, no light in sight, so this is how the end begins
The ground is moving, the soil it boils, bodies are rising
Ripping and rendering no thoughts, no soul
Just a voracious hunger for the living
Putrid, wretched, rotting beast, bodies are rising
It seems so futile
Nothing slows them down
The dead keep on rising
Hunting and k**ing
The people they bite into
They feed upon their skin
Will soon get up to k**
A cycle with no end.