Scourge erects a thousand strong
From this torn and wasted land
Spreading locust, consume damnation
The dead came as we embrace
The prey
Carrion all around me
Spirits of our former
Extinction, insurrection
Unsure if I will succeed
Here comes the scavenge
The days
Feel like weeks, no hope in sight
Living dead beat, immortal blight
Legs feel like feasted upon
Naked body torn under the sun
Soon I leave this world behind
I feel I am almost there
One thousand birds high up in the sky
They're all waiting for me to die
Once having it all
Now it has disappeared
Your life is out of time
One little step
I'm coming home to you
Broken free from wretched chains
The back of my neck is split open
Your limbs crack as I start to fall
This paranoia makes us all sick
The sickness belongs to the dead
One little step
I'm coming home to you
Broken free from wretched chains
Your life is out of time
Here comes the scavenge