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