As I dwell in utter darkness,



where death's my only friend



As I emerge from the pits,



where the rotting corpses dance







Blood, pus, slime and faeces,



drip from all my holes



My lust for flesh is fulfilled,



as I tear your soul apart







The sound of, your spine,



being broken by my hands



Makes me, so hard,



this erection, can't be ignored



Feel my, maggot-, infested cock,



between your legs



I pull out, I cum blood,



in your dismembered face







I am the walking dead,



I live, to kill



No remorse, no regrets,



it's just my way, of killing time



I feast, on your flesh,



to make the pain, go away



The suffering, the intense suffering,



it tortures me, every day







[Chorus]







Stare into my eyes,



and you will understand;



Fulci wrote no fiction;



the dead walk...once again.







[Repeat 2nd verse]







[Repeat chorus]