Buried Beneath - Rose Funeral

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 if 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

Viciously killing, spreading their disease

The skies are black with the plague of death

Buried beneath the blood