Big Train, Raging Ice

Crawling through a ditch in the woods, two arms gone and
A blood lusting thirst hits
Harder than a gang rape in
Prison. I'm turning into a
Zombie. Throwing up mucus and
Pus in your face before I eat
You like a buffet of fried
Chicken on Black church
Sunday.
Zombie.
Lars.
Pass me the brains.