Bodies Are Rising - The Accused

Days end, no light in sight, so this is how the end begins

The ground is moving, the soil it boils, bodies are rising

Ripping and rendering no thoughts, no soul

Just a voracious hunger for the living

Putrid, wretched, rotting beast, bodies are rising

It seems so futile

Nothing slows them down

The dead keep on rising

Hunting and killing

The people they bite into

They feed upon their skin

Will soon get up to kill

A cycle with no end