Zombified
EP • 2010
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
The acrid stench I feel the death surrounds I see the bodies filed in drawers, toes tagged, of the murdered and the drowned Every torso has a story to tell From natural deaths, to torture to those who did it themselves I loved the sight of brand new bodies laid on display I used to count the types of death the world gave to me Looking down at my cold grey rigid siblings I gently move assorted body parts just to see Where the skin is black, to see where in the body blood still remains The bloated torso, in the second stage of decay Odor, color changes putrefaction Another addition to my decomposing kin Morgue Angel Morgue Angel Morgue Angel Morgue Angel The acrid stench I feel the death surrounds I see the bodies filed in drawers, toes tagged, of the murdered and the drowned Every torso has a story to tell From natural deaths, to torture to those who did it themselves
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
I try to breath them life again, to see the corpses dance To see them walk and play and run as best they can I simulate their movements, pull upon the wires My theater of the dead, gives these once late infants life In my cellar is where I make my friends They come to life on my table again My drill and wire is all that I need To bring my rotting dead family back to me I shall spend hours trying to make them move Replace the shattered joints with bolts and screws The body clamped in the grips of my vice I try my best not to crack the bones inside I screw a bolt into the back and neck I wrap wire around them both to keep the head erect I drill holes in their feet and hands And reinforce the round wounds as best I can In my cellar is where I make my friends They come to life on my table again My drill and wire is all that I need To bring my rotting dead family back to me
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
From under the ground the bodies awake Catastrophic insanity tears from the grave Rotting stench emanates from the trench Unmarked graves giving birth to the dead Broken teeth and smiles of demise Lunacy reigns in the black of their eyes Six feet down and under ground The bodies now walk of the murdered and drowned I crawl into the crawlspace Asylum from the dead that's walking? I crawl into the crawlspace Or a legendary cemetery? Pandemonium escalates frantic killing necessary Adrenaline now takes hold of me despite me know what's happening Resurrection? Reanimation? The walking dead? What the fuck is going on? I crawl into the crawlspace Asylum from the dead that's walking? I crawl into the crawlspace Or a legendary cemetery?
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
I awake to a violent screaming serenade Unaware that these concrete walls are hiding me Body parts from various anatomies Lie upon the ground in a human organ tapestry Eyes of white I try to focus, comprehend The slaughtering of the living by the walking dead Eyes glazed as they stand within the butchery Wearing just an overcoat of human blood and debris Come here my friend I won't hear you Don't be afraid of my teeth or what you think I will do to you Let me taste your flesh, feel your insides A thousand painful deaths scream from these underground eyes Severed limbs weave a fabric formed Of gutted friends and family members bloodless, lifeless, gone Of loathing the sound of humans groaning The dying still screaming their bodies white from bleeding These killings of infants by their siblings Unrelenting bloodshed pains a portrait so repelling I awake to a violent screaming serenade Unaware that these concrete walls are hiding me Body parts from various anatomies Lie upon the ground in a human organ tapestry Eyes of white I try to focus, comprehend The slaughtering of the living by the walking dead Eyes glazed as they stand within the butchery Wearing just an overcoat of human blood and debris
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
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