Miasma:

Rotting corpses walking everywhere
Post-mortem monsters killing everything you’ve cared
Nothing else matters but your will to survive
But even then, you struggle to answer why

The smell’s so horrific, possibly worse than the sights
Adrenaline is burning, choose to fight or flight
Terminal disease ending all forms of life
Reaper on his horse is sharpening his scythe

Resurrection of the dead
You had something else in mind
Society’s collapse
The coming of end times
Terminal disease
Destroying all of life
Through the miasma
Can you see the light

Blood stains the city’s streets and walls
Deafening your senses are the creatures’ calls
This is the world void of moral’s laws
Fires blazing through the death of us all
Load up your gun and kill anything that moves
Take no chances just aim and shoot
World’s at it’s end you’ve get nothing to lose
Headless hunters embrace the abuse

Resurrection of the dead
You had something else in mind
Society’s collapse
The coming of end times
Terminal disease
Destroying all of life
Through the miasma
Can you see the light

Unholy miasma the stench of your death
Rot from hell to make the righteous wretch
From a field where so many dead lie
How do you seek to
Just
Survive

Unholy
Miasma
Stench of death
Bringing death
From a field

Bringing death

(Lyrics by Daniel DiMascio, Music by Simon Griffin, Performed by Lux Enormes)