The Bite

This sickness is spreading
 Now you're all dead
 From one bite this plague's taking over the rest
 One man with one weapon
 Our last hope
 Pushed to the edge on this pus covered floor
 A symphony
 Of blended heads
 Forced gore
 Rotting legs
 Skull shards
 Springing forth
 Bludgeoned with
 A spinal chord
 The blade is shredding
 It's whirling around
 It's ripping and building
 And starting a pile
 Spraying and slipping
 All over the ground
 He's grinning and gritting
 He's mowing them down
 The horde has been vanquished
 There's only one left
 Putrid air rises with hot undead breath
 A symphony
 Of blended heads
 Forced gore
 Rotting legs
 Skull shards
 Springing forth
 Bludgeoned with
 A spinal chord
 The blade is shredding
 And whirling around
 It's ripping and building
 And starting a pile
 Spraying and slipping
 All over the ground
 Grinning and gritting
 He's mowing them down
 He's mowing them down