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Necropolis

Corpsickle

Band/Artist: Corpsickle

Album: Zombie

Zombies have the upper hand.
The living killed by zombie gland.
Humans dwindling by the day.
Bow to undead zombie way.

Cities filled with walking dead.
Rotting limbs, rotting heads.
Moans and screaming fill the air.
Cities now a zombies lair.

The living hunted and eaten.
Zombies numbers multiply.
As the dead return to life.
Humanity will die.