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Stench of the dead

We smell it from miles away

We will hunt for days

If we can get human flesh

Slicing, carving

Impaling the fresh meat

If we get caught

We kill all the witness

Population decreasing

Eradicate the human breed

Hordes of the dead

Are suddenly released

Soon we will take the lead

And the dead will win

Humans will kneel

In front of undead king

Command from the dark

Slaughter everyone

Feel no remorse

Let the bloodbath start

We will kill, we want flesh

Do not try escape from us

We will hunt, if we want

We need to fill our bloodlust

Fresh human flesh

Our appetite is awake

Only bones are left

Eaten by the dead

We will kill, we want flesh

Do not try escape from us

We will hunt, if we want

We need to fill our bloodlust

Impaled in the head

By the rusty blade

Feast on the flesh

Now rules the Dead