Grinding Of Internal Organs (Rings Of Saturn)

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved true creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day oppressive rule returns to transcend the weak foundations of man, awakening the undead, immortal servants risen only to eliminate, sinking rotting teeth, screams of the frail as they get devoured carrion corpses running wild, there is no salvation grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead, to work for me to raise an army unlike one's ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out this failed race, fertile earth and water for the starved true creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day torn apart by the mutated deceased, ripping you apart as your stumps bleed eternally I live on even as your flesh deteriorates, spreading myself among the oblivious populous, infecting everything around with my viral antigene