Rotting corpses walking everywhere
Postmortem monsters killing everything they can
Nothing else matters but your will to survive
But even then you struggle to answer why
The smell so horrific, possibly worse then the sights
Your adrenaline is burning, choice of fight or flight
Terminal disease ending all forms of life
Reaper upon his horse is sharpening his scythe
Resurrection of the dead
Had something else in mind
Society's collapse
The coming of end times
Terminal disease
Destroying all of life
Through the miasma
Can you see the light?
Blood stains the city streets and walls
Deafening your senses are the creatures calls
This is the world void of moral's laws
Fires blazing through the death of us all
Load up you your gun; kill anything that moves
Take no chances; just aim and shoot
World at its end you've got nothing to loose
Headless hunters embrace the abuse
Resurrection of the dead
Had something else in mind
Society's collapse
The coming of end times
Terminal disease
Destroying all of life
Through the miasma
Can you see the light?
Unholy miasma, the stench of your death
Wrought from hell to make the righteous retch
From a field where so many dead lie
How do you seek to just survive?