Damned

Haunting, slaughtering, open season
Have you ever taken a life for no reason?
The pleading, screaming, open wounds bleeding
Paint a picture of doom, with fear breeding
Cutting deeper, call me the reaper
As the horde edges closer, coming to eat ya
You scramble to escape but we'll beat ya
Beat ya, beat ya, eat ya, eat ya
Just give in there's no escape
Claws and teeth are cutting straight
You try to run but we are many
You cannot get away the horde is many
Insatiable hunger and fire in our eyes
The only thing for you is to look up to the skies
Pray to your deity to stop the anxiety
But it's too late you belong to our family

The cold dead subjects creep in closer
But they're unprepared, the undead posers
The losers, they choose us as their meal
But the lead in their brain is my appeal
They cannot stop the living we will march them back underground
They will not stop us achieving our goals on these ancient grounds
We have a job to do and we will do it in spite of them
We'll blow it all to hell when we're done just in spite of them
We hit them hard, we're killing them, adrenaline may fuel them
But we've got more, our muscles sore, but we will score, faith in our core
The undead rise, but they're surprised, we euthanise, them all tonight
They'll feel our might, to our delight, they're Fubar urah!