Deadtribe Sinister - Zombie Inc.

Night is turning deeply black

With crawling shadows on the tracks

Inside a building, depraving screams

Sounds of ripping flesh, decaying scenes

No place to hide, I run till my feet are burning

The smell of halting blood, ahead there’s no turning

The deadtribe is rising, with sinister mood

Cloned virus outbreak, a stinking brood

Days are turning deeply black

And demons crawl through a human wreck

Silent whispers and lifeless moan

Surrounded by the veil of darkness

There’s no way to escape

In blood and brains they trust

My guts they want to rape

And dinner with disgust

I try to run and hide

But they spread too fast for me

No chance to flee aside

Out of this evil killing spree