Driven by an unknown force, awakened from eternal sleep
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Dried up eyes snap open wide as hunger starts to creep
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Deflated hearts begin to pump, sunken chests begin to rise
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Crypts and tombs around the globe spit forth sepulchral cries
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Rotten hands break though the earth,
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morgue draws start to open
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Funeral parlours liven up as coffin-lids a broken
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Hysteria begins to mount as people flee and try to hide
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As shambling armies of the dead begin to end mankind
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The uttermost catastrophe, surpassing your worst dreams
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Chewing at the insides of vomit-coated cheeks, to prevent your final screams
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A hoard of decayed twisted filth, a horrid mass of wormy flesh
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The air fills with the stench of rot, diseased and fetid putrid death
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A thirst for blood the taste of flesh, their only thought the need to eat
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To fondle innards warm and soft, embedding teeth in blood-soaked meat
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[Chorus]
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Lips pulled back in a rictus grin
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Bones protrude through decayed skin
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Rotten lungs breathe nauseous breath
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Through twisted fangs in jaws of death
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A vile and nauseous rancid stench chokes the once pure air
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Decayed left over dinner scraps, discarded everywhere
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An arm, a leg, a severed head - body parts and ravaged meat
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Clotted stains lay on the ground of silent city streets
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Plague
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Abramelin |