Gore Bag

Dead

Arise

At night

They're craving blood

Out to kill

At will

Psychotic bodies

Out to maim

Their victims

Eat the flesh

Of the dead

Tear your limbs

Apart

They're taking over

Human gore bag

Of parts

Are chewed to stumps

Torsos bleeding

Everywhere

Chopped to pieces

You are dead

Evil chant awakens

The evil side of me

Poking at my skin

Feasting on your body

Slaughter blood to taste

Extinction of the human race

Victims of society

Chew them up and

Spit them out

Dying by the hand of me

You are in danger

Sickening butchered you

To death

Unforgiving souls

Poking at my skin

Feasting on your body

Slaughter blood to taste

Extinction of the human race