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Raised from the crypts

To hunt the freezing night

On a hunt to feed on flesh

Victims left a bloody mess

Crawling though the mud

Seeking out the victims

Rotten stinking heaps of meat

Grasping for your running feet

The rotting and spoil

Undead eaters from the soil

The rotting and the spoil

You are what they hunt

Caskets are open

The hunters are out

Run through the night

To flee the coming feeding