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 mass of the living dead you walk these streets with no objective in mind then to kill now the hour has struck the dead will rise they dig up from below they ll feed tonight you will perish you will perish you will perish you will perish terror through the streets hunting for the weak they shall reign supreme until we re all dead viciously killing spreading their disease the skies are black with the plague of death buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood buried beneath the blood