Bury the Living
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

As the dead now draw closer
You hear their screams
As the dead now draw closer
You hear their screams

Eternal hunger for human flesh
Death, nothing else surrounds

And they will find you
Don't tell me what they do
You will become the dead
And they will find you
You will become the dead
As the blood pours down your face
Eaten alive and disgraced
As the blood pours down your face
Eaten alive and disgraced
As the blood pours down your face
Eaten alive and disgraced

Bury the living in their own filth