Stench of the dead We smell it from miles away We will hunt for days If we can get human flesh Slicing, carving Impaling the fresh meat If we get caught We kill all the witness Population decreasing Eradicate the human breed Hordes of the dead Are suddenly released Soon we will take the lead And the dead will win Humans will kneel In front of undead king Command from the dark Slaughter everyone Feel no remorse Let the bloodbath start We will kill, we want flesh Do not try escape from us We will hunt, if we want We need to fill our bloodlust Fresh human flesh Our appetite is awake Only bones are left Eaten by the dead We will kill, we want flesh Do not try escape from us We will hunt, if we want We need to fill our bloodlust Impaled in the head By the rusty blade Feast on the flesh Now rules the Dead