Empty shuffling husks With no minds of their own Searching for flesh To devour The smells of decay Overwhelm the senses Never ending hunt The dead shall walk the Earth Rise from your grave Flesh of man, they crave Undead approach No one can be saved Rotting Flesh and dead pale eyes Carnivorous horde grows in size Where do their origins lie? Born from Hell or of science design? Rising from the dirt Like a phoenix from an urn Graves turned over Corpses lumber d**h defied End of slumber This undead nightmare Spreading like the plague An hourgla** turned over To the favor of the damned Rise from your grave Flesh of man they crave Undead approach No one can be saved