Bodies are Rising
The Accused
Day''s end, no light in sight, so this is how the end begins The ground is moving, the soil it boils, bodies are rising Ripping and rendering no thoughts, no soul Just a voracious hunger for the living Putrid, wretched, rotting beast, bodies are rising It seems so futile Nothing slows them down The dead keep on rising Hunting and killing The people they bite into They feed upon their skin Will soon get up to kill A cycle with no end.