Champagne moon shine thrown like darts
Burgundy berries ripen decay riddled hearts
Zombies swoon over wretched flesh to feast
As rotten guts dangle from a plague of beasts


Muscles mounted with nails filled of bloody dirt
Houses humbled by meat and bone that hurt
They drag their limbs with the stench of death
Locks on doors behind a gun you take a breath


A slow stride for a frantic teeth chattering urge
Past life memories no longer need to be purged
Hunger calling out for "BrAiNs" like a Grindcore song
Their putrid bodies with no souls left in skin to belong


Eyes as sunken as ships in Bermuda graveyards
A final destination for those with lack of guard
And it's as bleak as a raven's speech in the black of night
Now the dead roam dark shadows and life giving sunlight


It's an Apocalypse but not the end of days
The nights of-course have their scarier ways
Stumbling cannibals meander in mindless rancid waves
The monsters won't leave a stone for humanities grave