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 d**h.
You look upwards while you take your last breath.
You're one among the ma**es if the living dead,
You walk these streets, just to k**.
Now it's in your veins,
You're one among the ma** of the living dead.
You walk these streets with no objective in mind, then to k**.
Now the hour has struck, the dead will rise.
They dig up from below, they'll feed tonight.
You will perish.
Viciously k**ing, spreading their disease.
The skies are black with the plague of d**h.
Buried beneath the blood.