From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to 
work for me 
to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out 
this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved [bad word] 
creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day 
 [bad word] returns to transcend the weak foundations of man, 
awakening the undead, immortal servants risen only to eliminate, 
sinking rotting teeth, screams of the frail as they get devoured 
carrion [bad word] wild, there is no salvation 
grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound 

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead, to 
work for me 
to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out 
this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved [bad word] 
creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day 

torn apart by the mutated deceased, ripping you apart as your stumps 
bleed eternally 
I live on even as your flesh deteriorates, spreading myself among the 
oblivious populous, infecting everything around with my viral antigen