Commandment

The edge of the hatchet comes down on your neck cutting through bone slicing through flesh my weapon of choice to kill and dismember chopping away with my sharpened meat cleaver the edge of the hatchet chopping away the rot and the gore as arteries s

Mortuaryfilled with my deada temptation to kill againbefore and after deathi drink your bloodthe carnivore of human fleshthe cannibal within the darkness livesi stalk and plan to kill themone by onecemeteryrotting bodiesa corpse i fucking piecesbegin

We rise up from the tombbloody and covered with wormstoday is the day of dooma hunger for flesh is the curerise up from the groundan army ready to killzombified nations of bloodhave taken over the the earth... has dieda shallow giant gravea blood soa