When they **** they bring life.
When they bite they bring sorrow.
They are awake all night.
And all day tomorrow.
They don’t fear anything anymore.
They walk in packs called hordes.
When they find you, remain sane.
And save one bullet for your brain.
Protect your own, God permitting.
Fear the Dead. Fight the Living.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
When they **** they bring life.
When they bite they bring sorrow.
They are awake all night.
And all day tomorrow.
They don’t fear anything anymore.
They walk in packs called hordes.
When they find you, remain sane.
And save one bullet for your brain.
Protect your own, God permitting.
Fear the Dead. Fight the Living.