Immortal Coil - Morpheus Descends

Reality of, the dead live

A growth which left life scarce

The spread, to infect by death

Their yearn for flesh, it s drive to exist

To eat, only the instinct now left

A population, where corpses walk

Trapped underground

A fight to stay alive

Undertaking, the carving of living dead

Experiments, to learn why they feast

Dissections, find no need to be

Just living meat, fulfill it s crave

Driven to stalk, by the core

Chosen, from a necropolis pen

Surgical means, to explain

Of occupants above, who wander till

Time leaves Immobile from decay

Punishment, from the creator

Who visited a curse upon us

An army of rot

To devour till none

All to walk in death

Of ripped for meal, to feed

Above and below as one

Both to shuffle off a mortal coil

Humanity now fallen

For this day of the dead…