Undead

Midnight has passed, those streets are cold,

Emptiness

I can hear voices in my back

Silent footsteps

Need to feed

Rotten corps and flesh

Devouring

Wormy earth keeps moving in stone

At, the next corner an old man appear

Is it me, is it him, is it fear?

I'm a lamb in the middle of wolves

There's no further life round here

Crawling and lurking everywhere

I'm not alone

Rough smell of death perfumes the air

I am eaten

Dig the tomb

In the heart like flesh

Burn the grave

Skin's exploding on stone

At, the next corner an old man appear

Is it me, is it him, is it fear?

I'm a lamb in the middle of wolves

There's no further life round here