Moving as one, striking like wolves, their blood has trickled cold
With mandibles strong, and teeth grown in rows, adaptive biology
Breath the stench of unpalpable bloodshed
As corruption sets in, and corruption will win
Strengthened by numbers made bestial by time
The mortals shall bleed at the feet of their kind
Undead, coming, brace, yourselves
Beware the uncountable subjects of hell
For ease of use, their limbs do grow
Their legs five feet from hip to toe
Oh but we know
That their poison is much too toxic, and their wits are far too sharp
In the shells of what once were human, they will tear this world apart
Moving as one, striking like wolves, their blood has trickled cold
With mandibles strong, and teeth grown in rows, adaptive biology
Breath the stench of unpalpable bloodshed
As corruption sets in, and corruption will win
Strengthened by numbers made bestial by time
The mortals shall bleed at the feet of their kind
Adaptive Biology
Adaptive Biology
Adaptive Biology
