Archaic times; when bodies died
Presumed to be possessed by evil
Taking on shapes of unknown disease, the living dead taste flesh
Ghosts haunt the places left behind
There is no "alive", just a thirst to survive
A downward ascension as the soul tries to thrive
But pestilence cast it aside

Infectious death; as conflicts arise
A pandemic set in motion
The true survivors are the brave and the wise, condemned to meet their
Fate
Succumbing to the calls of the ravenous beast
Undead slaves drop to their knees
Their fate is sealed with no chance at appeal
To the blackened vile cloak of death

Flowing rivers; of reanimated blood
The old ways will never return
This growing hunger tears at the mind, a rationality beyond definition
Apocalyptic panic and mass confusion
The walking dead are set on fire
The chosen few who are called to the light
Escape the choking grip of their pyre

Starving, defeat- an outcome unplanned
The warnings go unheeded
Desperate to live, longing to die, a toss of the coin will tell
Insatiable hunger, no place to retreat
A testament to their torment
Drink the blood from the chalice of hell
A new religion is born from contagion
Nation, awaken to total domination
Forsaken, devastation, contagion
The final enemy to destroy is death
Lick the battle scars you bore in vain
The world is now silent, a desolate place
The remaining are emaciated
Swiftly prepared to defend their keep
The living dead break free

The living dead break free