From the fiery pits of hell they rise, leftovers from 
chemical warfare
Legions of the most morbid creatures, they are dead but 
still alive
Drawn to the smell of pus, open wounds that will never 
heal
They need to feed, they need the flesh, infected 
corpses hunger for blood
Fingers boiling from radiation sickness, reach out to 
desquamate the skin
When the flesh stort to decompose, they revel in their 
human victims
Piles of thousand slaughtered corpses, an endless wall 
of skin and bone
Their grotesque path of gluttony, a reek of 
descomposing flesh
Insane by feeding off the dead, they tear the massacred 
limbs apart
Use their teeth to crush the bone, they need the blood
No end to suffering
They need the blood
Emasculate, debauchery, carnal lust, sadistic pleasure
Lacerate, ravenous, devouring, rancid entrails
Disfigured limbless bodies, ruptured putrid skulls and 
bowels
Revelations of morbidity, a reek of decomposing flesh
Drained of all internal meat, left to rot in the sun
Conquered by the living dead, they need the blood
No end to suffering
They need the blood