Rise From Your Grave

Empty shuffling husks
With no minds of their own
Searching for flesh
To devour
The smells of decay
Overwhelm the senses
Never ending hunt
The dead shall walk the earth

Rise from your grave
Flesh of man, they crave
Undead approach
No one can be saved

Rotting flesh and dead pale eyes
Carnivorous horde grows in size
Where do their origins lie?
Born from hell or of science design?

Rising from the dirt
Like a phoenix from an urn
Graves turned over
Corpses lumber
Death defied
End of slumber

This undead nightmare
Spreading like the plague
An hourglass turned over
To the favor of the damned

Rise from your grave
Flesh of man they crave
Undead approach
No one can be saved