Say goodbye to the human race
No life in sight feel deaths embrace
Spread the disease uncurable by man
World of the dead was this gods plan
If there's one rule of survival
Its to live with no trust
When instincts become primal
Then killing becomes a must
Welcome to hell
Get close and you'll tell
A taste of flesh
Will turn your skin to mesh
A reason to cry
Is a reason to die
With your guts
Ripped from inside
If there's one rule of survival
Its to live with no trust
When instincts become primal
Then killing becomes a must