All Corpses Are Bastards - Zombie Inc.

When loved Ones die, we bid Farewell

In Grief we cry to the Sound of Knell

To Bear this Loss is our Concern

But Feelings change, once they return

All Corpses are Bastards

With Blood their Skin is plastered

All Corpses are Bastards

No Laws, no Gods, no Masters

The Bond of Love is dead and gone

Replaced with Fury that the Grave has spawned

Familiar Faces yet so unknown

Better run for cover when you hear them moan

All Corpses are Bastards

With Blood their Skin is plastered

All Corpses are Bastards

No Laws, no Gods, no Masters

Hazy Eyes stare at you, but they don’t recognize

Who you are, so crack their Skulls with A wrecking Bar

Expect no Mercy, don’t hope for Grace

Solicit no Compassion, when they eat your Face

King and Beggar, Dame and Whore

They’re now Troopers in the Undead Corps

All Corpses are Bastards

With Blood their Skin is plastered

All Corpses are Bastards

No Laws, no Gods, no Masters