Lacerated flesh filled with anger Endless passion for eating your brain When the day comes and everone is dead Bow down to the god of the undead Show me your fear Your time will come They're coming, you're one of few still alive Cold fear mixed with will to survive Your brain will be eaten Your body will rot Now bow to the undead god Now there's no point in running They're everywhere Bow to the god of the undead There's no other way God of the undead and his kingdom Is coming on your way To take your dignity Stench, filth, anger, pain Death and hate There's no point in running away God of the undead His army of walking dead When your time will come You will be the sacrifice