 
        
         In silence born a cadaverous form 
They appear in the underground 
With lust of hate and revenge 
Undeads the corpses rise 
Colony of the undead 
Victims of malicious pollutions 
They suffer with brutal excretions 
Emerging from a putrid tomb 
Searching and smelling the gore 
Colony of the undead 
Stench of corpse fill the air 
At twilight hour slaughter will come 
Cannibal zombie, impulse to disgorge 
Over a guts with reek of rot 
I appear with hunger in my eyes 
Start to slash an innocent body 
Intestines and blood cover my face 
With no repent I start to eat 
Desecrate your head, a putrid emanation 
Starts to rise from your brains 
Bones are grinded with vulgar pleasure 
It's the depravation of the undead 
Necro butchery 
Immortal, deadly pain 
Hunting and killing all 
The guilty of this disease