The dead must rise
Upon a bloody tide
Suffering isn't exclusive
To those that are alive
Hell must finally deny
Any more souls inside
Destiny becomes elusive
To every soul that has died
Walk...
Devour...
Spread...
This is the appointed hour
Here come the living dead
Unstoppable, necrotizing the earth
Graves are no longer
For filling with corpses
Cannot stop the hunger
No one knows what the source is
They're growing stronger
We're running out of choices
Is it really any wonder
That it has come to this?
Walk...
Devour...
Spread...
This is the appointed hour
Here come the living dead
Insatiable, a walking, rotting curse
A walking, rotting curse