The Reaping - Uncanny

At steady pace

Devouring all

The stench of death engulfs your lungs

A chill across your spine

Lust for flesh and bone makes them strong

They’re harvesting soul after soul

Eradicating all that is life

A grey mass behind their eyes

Suffering

Torn apart

Limb from limb

Salvation

Extermination

Cleansing the filth

Decomposing as the march goes on

A crusade where flesh prevails

A killing spree

Planting the seed

Infecting the living

Resurrection

Annihilation

Restless corpses breed

The extincion of the human plague

Bred for one purpose

Infect and obliterate

Slaves of death

Infecting their simple minds

Possessing the bodies

The reaping dead thrives

Enslaving mankind