Deadtribe Sinister

Night is turning deeply black
With crawling shadows on the tracks
Inside a building, depraving screams
Sounds of ripping flesh, decaying scenes
No place to hide, I run till my feet are burning
The smell of halting blood, ahead there’s no turning
The deadtribe is rising, with sinister mood
Cloned virus outbreak, a stinking brood
Days are turning deeply black
And demons crawl through a human wreck
Silent whispers and lifeless moan
Surrounded by the veil of darkness
There’s no way to escape
In blood and brains they trust
My guts they want to rape
And dinner with disgust
I try to run and hide
But they spread too fast for me
No chance to flee aside
Out of this evil killing spree