Outro

Alas! On this, a cold and moonless night

I wake to find my sweet repose disturbed

And not by Judgement's trumpets am I stirred

But and eternal curse that knows no end

My hatred pulses through my coursing veins

A fierce allegiance stirring in my breast

I know no remedy to soothe my soul

Except for flesh and brains and human blood

Relentless Atromorta now consumed

What once knew life and love and wondrous joy

I feast on flesh and skulls I yearn to crack

To sink my teeth into a screaming youth

His tendons snap beneath my ghoulish strength

His sweet life's blood bespilt upon the ground

I come to sup on what's inside his skull

The sweet pink goo is like a perfumed treat

His withersoul escaping with his scream

But lo! My thirst is only quenched for now

And soon my godless hunger will return

I join my zombie brothers in their horde

And soon commence this, our final march

Towards the town of those we used to love

Whose pleas and cries mean nothing to out ears

And fight us though they may with flame and club

Or garden tools snatched in the wake of fear

It matters not how many of us fall

For the night of our supreme vic'ry's here

And so we shall advance upon them all

Until the reign of zombie death is won