LichLord - Birth To Zombiecide

Hide in your homes, turn on your TV,
Sit back, make a coffee and stay calm please.
Sightings of people, consuming flesh
It's like they have been cursed, stumbling possessed.
Lock your doors, prepare to hide
For stupid scientists gave birth to Zombiecide
National Pandemic, humanity doomed
Finally silent, our fate entombed.

We are reporting live from the city, where the dead wander throughout the once peaceful streets
The ministry of defense have advise citizens to stay in their homes and lock their doors, otherwise they will perish.

Sinking their teeth into everything alive,
Slain by a Zombie, a walking shell strides.
Infect your friends, consume your family.
You wake up from your death, white in the eyes,
Everlasting hunger, your evident demise.
Crawl towards survivors, the urge to consume,
One of the million representing doom.

Striding through death, infested with flies.
Half-decayed walker, minus the eyes,
Struggle to feast, break down the door.
To eat the feeble humans, squirming on the floor,
Lack of pity, full of flesh,
Tasty fucking meal, your corpse is so fresh.
Why do you fight? You are now dead,
Rotten pile of nerves, controlled from necrotic head.