Lyrics

Archaic times; when bodies died Presumed to be possessed by evil Taking on shapes of unknown disease, the living dead taste flesh Ghosts haunt the places left behind There is no "alive", just a thirst to survive A downward ascension as the soul tries to thrive But pestilence cast it aside Infectious death; as conflicts arise A pandemic set in motion The true survivors are the brave and the wise, condemned to meet their Fate Succumbing to the calls of the ravenous beast Undead slaves drop to their knees Their fate is sealed with no chance at appeal To the blackened vile cloak of death Flowing rivers; of reanimated blood The old ways will never return This growing hunger tears at the mind, a rationality beyond definition Apocalyptic panic and mass confusion The walking dead are set on fire The chosen few who are called to the light Escape the choking grip of their pyre Starving, defeat- an outcome unplanned The warnings go unheeded Desperate to live, longing to die, a toss of the coin will tell Insatiable hunger, no place to retreat A testament to their torment Drink the blood from the chalice of hell A new religion is born from contagion Nation, awaken to total domination Forsaken, devastation, contagion The final enemy to destroy is death Lick the battle scars you bore in vain The world is now silent, a desolate place The remaining are emaciated Swiftly prepared to defend their keep The living dead break free The living dead break free