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Putrid stench of death

Breathing as they rot

Once in the grave

Now free to walk

Mourned souls

Forgotten, rise again

To feast on the vital flesh

The living flesh

Hordes of undead corpses

Their hunger relentless

Never to stop

Their merciless attack

Rip the meat off the bones

Gorging on the skin

Organs covered in piss and blood

Scattered parts, lay rotting

Vomiting decomposed guts

Spewing black blood

The pain of death

Torment of Putrefaction