The Reaping

At steady pace
Devouring all
The stench of death engulfs your lungs
A chill across your spine

Lust for flesh and bone makes them strong
They're harvesting soul after soul

Eradicating all that is life
A grey mass behind their eyes

Suffering
Torn apart
Limb from limb
Salvation
Extermination
Cleansing the filth

Decomposing as the march goes on
A crusade where flesh prevails

A killing spree
Planting the seed
Infecting the living
Resurrection
Annihilation
Restless corpses breed

The extincion of the human plague
Bred for one purpose
Infect and obliterate
Slaves of death
Infecting their simple minds
Possessing the bodies
The reaping dead thrives
Enslaving mankind