The plague has spread

Faster than ever imagined

Numbers of dead are

Exponentially growing



Carne Blood y Gore

on a pressurized world

you wont pray...



The taste for flesh is all-consuming

Nothing can stand in their way



Survivors dwindling

They are devoured alive

Torn limb /from limb

Upon them the dead shall dine



Carne Blood y Gore

on a pressurized world

you wont pray...



Blood and gore are what they’re craving

Hoards are devouring their prey



Reek of death and gore

Permeates everything

Hoards getting closer

Cornering the living



Every rotting corpse

Gets a shot to the head

Ammo’s running scarce

Soon all will be left for dead



Infection still spreading

There’s no cure to be found

Barely surviving

They will be bitten, each last one



No hope of living

All will join the ranks of the damned

Though they pray they know there's

No salvation