In all the seas

In all the sky above

There is not such

A beautiful thing

As the force called zombie love

For in those moving

Rotting corpses

That we call undead

There is a heart

Of purest gold

A heart that must be fed

And this great need

This worst of hungers

The need to devour flesh

Is but a form

Of holy love

A love they must refresh

So with their teeth

Upon thy flesh

Your body they will devour

And this is such

a powerful love

that forever will live its power

So remember well

This tale of love

And never do forget

That if a zombie

Offers his love

You should smile and accept