A deadly weapon in the war against drugs. Turns out to have lethal side effects. Ten thousand gallons spills from a truck. Leaks into the ground and awakens the dead.
Stalker. Vampire. Pariah. Lazar. Incubate The New Strain. Incubate The New Strain. Golem. Vector. Incubate The New Strain. Incubate The New Strain. . Abject.
Let's go hang at the graveyard. Dressed up, nowhere to go. We'll smoke pot and dance on the tombstones. 'Cos this morbid shit is so a la mode. . Let's freak ourselves out.
Fucking zombies everywhere, animated dead. The sheriff says he'll pay a buck a head. Call uncle Joe and get his truck, let's bring the family. Beers, guns and dogs we'll keep our country clean.
Human imbecile. Mortal moron. You say it's so cool. You think it's such fun. Can't you use your brain. While you've still got one?. From where I'm standing.
Genius. Corrupted by a dominating greed. A bored and disaffected mind that pays the old morality no heed. . His studies start to take a darker turn. He fathoms secrets we weren't meant to learn.
You are puny mortals. We will inherit the earth. We are greater than you. We outnumber you. . From our graveyards and morgues we will rise up to overcome.
Excruciation of this pain. Sensation of my own decay. A burning itch under my skin. A searing ache, my blood clotting.... . I can feel myself rotting!.
Feeling Your Cold Hand. Grip My Shoulder. Still I Won't Look Back. It's Not Over. Choking On Each Breath. Drawn With Terror. No Shred Of Hope Left. No Surrender.
Fear from nation unto nation breeds a nuclear confrontation. Blast fallout and radiation causes a viral mutation. Triggers mass reanimation, widespread zombie infestation.
Annihilate. Instinctive Aggressor, Fucking Slay. Lacerate, Eviscerate, Decapitate. Become The Bane, Smash The Brain, Bones Will Break. Assassins Dining Out Upon This Rape.
Brother Repent And You'll Be Saved. Rejoicing In This Killing Pain. Suffering Is The Path To Grace. This Filth Will Now Be Swept Away. Whole Nations Stripped And Laid To Waste.
Now It's Twenty Twenty-Five. The Dead Arise To Claim Your Life. The TV Says It's Martial Law. Outside The Streets Run Red With Gore. Nothing Is Under Your Control.
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Feels like I'm gonna devour you. Feels like I'm gonna take a chunk out of you. . I'll suck you dry, I'll spit you out, and throw away the twitching husk.
A mind of rage. A face of hate. A need to kill and mutilate. Compulsive drive. Burning inside. I cannot help but take your life. . Intensity. Insane degree.
Raw Shards Of Jagged Glass. Overturned Ambulance. Gas Masks, Plastic Shrouds. Cars And Buildings Burned Out. Tired Cries In Empty Streets. Some Things Nobody Should Ever See.
I had a vision. Of a future time. It was a vision of the end. A plain of broken bones under a blackened sky. Dawn of the epoch of the dead. . Nothing remains.
Secret research results in success. A serum that will wake the dead. Insert the needle in the vein. Kickstart the frozen heart again. Initial results show signs of psychosis.
Ripping off your head. Sucking out your eyes. Tearing all the muscle from your jaw. Smashing in your ribs. Pulping your insides. Ghoulishly devising all the ways of your demise.