Accused The Corpse Walks
Alive among the lifeless
How many of us still survive?
Stranded in this hell
Cursed by the walking dead
There's not much time left now
The sun has already begun to set
Time to board up the windows and doors
It'll be dark in half an hour
Rising from forgotten graves
The dead returning to life
The corpse walks
Never to be killed again
Bon(e)y fingers covered in moldy flesh
It's got you by the neck
A look of hunger in dead eyes
Broken teeth sink into your throat
Too late, you saw it too late
Your flesh a feast for fiends
The body scattered on the ground
Blood soaked into gravelly earth
The streets are now empty
I watch the dead as they begin to feed
