Bodies laid upon cold steel slabs

blood and urine drenching the floor

the stench of decay over helms the living

as pus seeps from every pour



Rusty instruments of healing

now devices of torture and suffering

as pain becomes life and life becomes death

the screams of the dying becomes

cries of rebirth for the dead



Deep onside the dunwich morgue

the dead begin to rise

feasting on flesh

and seeking new victims



Killing only out of instinct

thinking there alive

consuming body organs of anything

living or moving



The dead eating the dead

fagor the sake of being dead

no remorse or concern

for any human life

all wïll be consumed