As I dwell in utter darkness,

where death's my only friend

As I emerge from the pits,

where the rotting corpses dance



Blood, pus, slime and faeces,

drip from all my holes

My lust for flesh is fulfilled,

as I tear your soul apart



The sound of, your spine,

being broken by my hands

Makes me, so hard,

this erection, can't be ignored

Feel my, maggot-, infested cock,

between your legs

I pull out, I cum blood,

in your dismembered face



I am the walking dead,

I live, to kill

No remorse, no regrets,

it's just my way, of killing time

I feast, on your flesh,

to make the pain, go away

The suffering, the intense suffering,

it tortures me, every day



[Chorus]



Stare into my eyes,

and you will understand;

Fulci wrote no fiction;

the dead walk...once again.



[Repeat 2nd verse]



[Repeat chorus]