Year Of The Cadaver Race

A black and white moving cloud of wings in the sky

A flock of vultures approach while blotting out the sun

Their shrieks are deafening

To the human ears

Of those who died, all return

Feel the hoofs - they're coming

Hear the growls - they're coming

Fallen prey now hunt their hunter

Vengeance of the animal beast

See their numbers - they're coming

Smell their stench - they're coming

Slaughtered victims now slay their master

Retaliation of the beast

Nations are trampled under four legged flesh

A pounding horde of hollow bodies in sight

They rear their skulls and cry out

Of all those who were killed, all return

Echoes of swine squeals distorting the silence

Reclaiming the loss of meat stolen from their bodies

Chewing and pissing on human remains

Of all those who were slain, all return

Moans and barks coming from the same direction

The human's pets no longer sit at their sides

Primitive instincts, animalistic dogma

Of all those in captivity, now in devious activity

Species without a language of words

Known only for their deeds

A call upon death, death answers quickly

Of all those who're alive, not an animal - not a man

Massive human emibration

Massive death inhabitation