Breeding the Undead -

Under the ground, creatures are born

Siblings they crawl, as soon as they’re breath

Rise to the top, a fresh taste of blood

Fear- the monster we’ve made

Now is the time, to reap the begot

Sold our souls to the dark

Sacrifice of the whole

Franken-shit we have made

Blow to the head from a blood sucking leech

Ah — ah — ah — bred the undead

Ah — ah — ah — breed some more

How can I breath, how can I live

When I’m bound with thse chains of steel

Why don’t we see, cause has ffect

No one to blame — but ourselves

Cannot retreat, what’s done is done

Prepare ourselves coz these monsters will feed

Cry, there is no sound

Cadavers behold, blood there’s no more

Terrorise the creator

Feed on him to survive

Multiply recreate

Cut on the flesh, it’s your god given right

Bred the undead

Breeding the undead