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