Bury the living in their own filth
Out of the fog they come clawing forth,
Starving for human flesh
A world in fear
In our streets tearing through the public,
Chewing the innocent
Run if you can
Death nothing else surrounds
And they will find you
Exactly when you do you will become the dead
And they will find you
You will become the dead
As blood pours down your face, eaten alive and disgraced [x3]
Bury the living in their own filth