Woorden: The Dead Will Rise. I Kill Life.

Rotten flesh falls off, It falls off my bones,
The sickness that ensues, brings hunger for brains.
I KILL LIFE
Chase the fuckers down, rip them limb from limb,
Strew their guts along, throw them to the wind.
One day I'll control the world,
A hell for all you boy's and girl's,
One day I'll destroy the world,
And bring our fucking lives to end.
This consuming sickness, a sickness to consume,
We'll tear this place apart beginning with you.
My, rotten flesh, falls off
count our numbers we're on our way
no where to fucking hide nothing will stop us!