March of the Dead
We hear the march of the Dead.
Watch them walk along their merry ways.
Watch them bite, and suckle at the nectars mouth.
Watch them Drain the blood. The Life.
We hear the march of the Dead.
Watch them seduce, deceive, unfurl.
Watch them corrupt, infest, take over.
Watch them Feed.
We hear the march of the Dead.
Sense their growing defiance.
Sense their malicious intent.
Sense their Hatred for us.
We hear the march of the Dead.
Feel them Crawl amidst our crowds.
Feel them slither from behind us.
Feel our last moments of life ebb clean.
We hear the march of the dead.
Awakening.
We march the march of the dead
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