One of the Dead - The Convalescence

My shovel plunges into earth for the very first time

Exhuming every single nightmare that humanity does hide

In the moonlight, this wretched experiment is born

Extract them from their tombs forevermore

A pile of bodies wrapped in plastic stuffed inside my trunk

A long and winding road in darkness, my mind has run amok

Seeping through the tarps, a vile stench of rotting limbs

The pungent odor pierces through me deep within

I hear their voices inside my head

Constantly, they call to me to become one of them

One of the dead

I did my best to escape this prison of mankind

I’ve lost my faith, now filled with hate

People can be so unkind

I’ll change the world with my creation’s rebirth

Electric charged abominations, exactly what they deserve

This divine horror, unlike anything I’ve ever seen

Like a proud father, I watch its eyes reopening

Murderous intentions

Bones will break, these sacred words I speak

Seem to hypnotize, terror has been excised

Their thirst for blood can never be undone

The population hunted endlessly

Flesh is torn, consumed by insatiable hordes

Released upon this world eternally

Forever the world is plunged into madness

I hear their voices inside my head

Constantly, they call to me to become one of them

One of the dead

I hear their voices inside my head

One of the dead

Constantly, they call to me to become one of them

One of the dead