Album: Season Of The Dead
summoning all the knowledge
learned from the time of birth
clouded by a shadow of doom
guided only by instincts from the past
feeding on flesh and bowels
as if it cures the desiase
cannibalistic epidemic continues
infecting thousands by the day
millions shall victim to the plague
witnessing as far as the eye can see
desecrated remains that cover the ground
dried blood encrusted and brown
rancid stench of defecation
entrails lie dragged about
roaming the earth
wasting, rotting away
infested with thoughts (of what life used to be)
no escape from this living hell