These hands are red
From the cadavers blood.
I see their flesh rot to the core.
As children scream in their beds.

The rotting corpses of humans
On blood soaked fields
As cadavers drink their crimson blood.

The demon waits at the edge.
He waits for you to join him
To save your family
But you are too late.

The blood of your family has run cold
As the cadavers drink.
They will drink until there is nothing left.