They once were someone's mom, dad, sister or brother,
But now they are dead for some reason or another.
So we thought – as corpses rise from the grave,
The undead begin onslaughts in a steady wave.
People run and hide, although none are truly safe,
Everyone is slaughtered, even those of highest faith.
Days go by and yet the rotting bodies still remain;
A gruesome reminder of the people's horror and their pain.
Today there is none left; we are all unlucky fools,
It’s now the LAND OF THE DEAD, where the zombie rules!