Undead

Midnight has passed, those streets are cold
Emptiness
I can hear voices in my back
Silent footsteps
Need to feed
Rotten corps and flesh
Devouring
Wormy earth keeps moving in stone
At, the next corner an old man appear
Is it me, is it him, is it fear?
I’m a lamb in the middle of wolves
There’s no further life round here
Crawling and lurking everywhere
I’m not alone
Rough smell of death perfumes the air
I am eaten
Dig the tomb
In the heart like flesh
Burn the grave
Skin’s exploding on stone
At, the next corner an old man appear
Is it me, is it him, is it fear?
I’m a lamb in the middle of wolves
There’s no further life round here