Plague - Abramelin

Driven by an unknown force, awakened from eternal sleep

Dried up eyes snap open wide as hunger starts to creep

Deflated hearts begin to pump, sunken chests begin to rise

Crypts and tombs around the globe spit forth sepulchral cries

Rotten hands break though the earth

Morgue draws start to open

Funeral parlours liven up as coffin-lids a broken

Hysteria begins to mount as people flee and try to hide

As shambling armies of the dead begin to end mankind

The uttermost catastrophe, surpassing your worst dreams

Chewing at the insides of vomit-coated cheeks, to prevent your final screams

A hoard of decayed twisted filth, a horrid mass of wormy flesh

The air fills with the stench of rot, diseased and fetid putrid death

A thirst for blood the taste of flesh, their only thought the need to eat

To fondle innards warm and soft, embedding teeth in blood-soaked meat

Lips pulled back in a rictus grin

Bones protrude through decayed skin

Rotten lungs breathe nauseous breath

Through twisted fangs in jaws of death

A vile and nauseous rancid stench chokes the once pure air

Decayed left over dinner scraps, discarded everywhere

An arm, a leg, a severed head — body parts and ravaged meat

Clotted stains lay on the ground of silent city streets