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On the island called Matool, there’s a strange and horrid curse
Those who die are seen again, walking in a trance-like state
Voodoo drumming fills the air, locals seek to break the curse
A scientist looks for the cause, so the dead can truly rest
Tearing through the dirt, rising from the grave
Filled with violent hunger, they seek living flesh
Biting through the flesh, gnawing on the bones
Ripping out the guts, a gruesome zombie feast
The dead now walk, their numbers grow
The plague spreading, the dead are among us
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