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Beneath the earth, the dead awaken, no room in Hell, you are forsaken |
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House by the cemetery, deep within the mortuary, panic stricken humans flee |
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An act of pure futility |
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Thoughtless yet focused, disciplined and with purpose |
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A single minded undead army |
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They cannot be reasoned with, they cannot be bargained with |
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These blood-lusting cannibalistic cadavers |
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Their abnormal condition threatens us with extinction |
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You die and you become one of them |
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Addicted to splatter, only living flesh matters |
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Because only fresh blood can take the pain away |
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Closing in and moving fast, surrounded now we are the last, no longer do we dominate |
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Extermination is our fate, there is no escaping, they can smell our blood |
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Beneath the earth, the dead awaken, no room in Hell, you are forsaken |
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House by the cemetery, deep within the mortuary, panic stricken humans flee |
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An act of pure futility |
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Thoughtless yet focused, disciplined and with purpose |
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A single minded undead army |
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They cannot be reasoned with, they cannot be bargained with |
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These blood-lusting cannibalistic cadavers |
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Their abnormal condition threatens us with extinction |
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You die and you become one of them |
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Addicted to splatter, only living flesh matters |
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Because only fresh blood can take the pain away |
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Locked away inside a boarded up house, with windows tightly nailed shut |
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The tension sets in, you hear them moaning... scratching... beating... screaming! |
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The sound beyond the walls makes you go insane |
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The only word they speak sounds like brains... feeding... eating... devour... you |
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Bite the flesh to exhilarate the dead, open skull to reveal the grey matter |
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Rotting remains of the lifeless carcasses, in the name of death watch as they splatter |
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Festering maggots and gore galore, blood showers through the air and guts spray the floor |
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And all that's left for them now is a hunt just the same |
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They can smell our blood, they can smell our brains |
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Beneath the earth, the dead awaken, no room in Hell, you are forsaken |
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House by the cemetery, deep within the mortuary, panic stricken humans flee |
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An act of pure futility |
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Thoughtless yet focused, disciplined and with purpose |
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A single minded undead army |
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They cannot be reasoned with, they cannot be bargained with |
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These blood-lusting cannibalistic cadavers |
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Their abnormal condition threatens us with extinction |
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You die and you become one of them |
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Addicted to splatter, only living flesh matters |
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Because only fresh blood can take the pain away |
