Army of Infected

Light came through a crack in the wall.
That red sun slowly rose.
At the break of dawn they came…

At the break of dawn they came….

At the break of dawn they came…

 

O Lord, how they came like thieves then robbed our town.
Of all the life

Of all the breath

Of all the voice

Of everything we knew
So pray to your god.
as hell is on it’s way.
like a rancid fog in the world that we knew.
‘Twas raining blood. ’twas the hailing scream. A hurricane of fear.

Crimson irises, the army of the infected.
They smelled our scent, sensed our fear.
They knew where we are. they knew where we were.

They are the artist of the night.
Painting the town red with blood.
They came through the door like a flood.

A force too strong to handle
We were attacked like a candle surrounded by demons that don’t want the light

They darkened our ability to see through the night.

Light came through a crack in the wall
That red sun slowly fell down
And we devoured all that we could.
we immersed ourselves in all the blood, biting each and every one.
We are now the army of the infected.

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