| The Bleeding |
| | Bleeding
Slicing through the flesh, a knife stuck in your neck.
Stabbing out your eyes, cutting through the spine.
Blood burning through my veins.
We have risen from the grave.
Live, life.
Dead for years, now alive, the dead came to life.
Dead creatures out for blood, after death we will awaken.
Unhuman beings from beyond. Rotting zombies out for blood.
Bleed, bleed.
Bleeding through my pores, clotted pus, crusts my skin.
My body cold, but I live on.
Bleeding.
The dead awaken, living rotten.
Rotting living dead.
Slicing through the flesh, a knife stuck in your neck.
Stabbing out your eyes, cutting through the spine.
Blood burning through my veins.
We have risen from the grave.
Live, life. - dead.
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