The undead walk once again
Fresh meat is on their aim
Driven by murderous instinct to satisfy
Their Endless hunger
The instinct to hunt
The instinct to gorge
The instinct to kill
Is their only will
No chance to escape
No help from god
No one hears the screams
No more sense of life
Need a location, what's a better place
Than a church full of praying victims
The door is locked now all these innocent sheeps
Are damned to be devoured and end in a rotten stomach
Tear the skin off, canivoreous neckbites
Shred out the bowels, rip chunks of flesh
The fleshfeast has started, what a perfect meal
Swallowing raw masses blood flows down the drain
Miserly voracious, venomous snarls
Greedily nagging for the best part of the corpse
Gore lay all over spread on the floor
Severed extrememeties, arms legs, heads, fucking heads
Exsanguinated torsos, food for the beasts
Devourin' it like it is last piece ever
rep. The undead walk...