Buried Beneath

When the hour is struck, the dead will rise

They'll dig up from below, they'll feed tonight

Terror through the streets, hunting for the weak

They shall reign supreme until we're all dead

The skies are black with the plague of death

You look upwards while you take your last breath

You're one among the masses of the living dead,

You walk these streets just to kill

Now it's in your veins,

You're one among the masses of the living dead,

You walk these streets with no

objective in mind, than to kill

Now the hour has struck, the dead will rise,

They'll dig up from below. they'll feed tonight

You will perish!

Viciously

killing, spreading their disease

The skies are black with the plague of death

BURIED BENEATH THE BLOOD!