People're dying every night
Sorrow visits every house
Graves are digged on every day
Blood is washed by mothers' tears

Who is next? We all are marks
Funerals on every street
Men dont work, mourn over sons
Who will burry the last one?

Plague and famine thruogh the town
Paralizing hopless life
Leave the villidge lights at night
Try to run into the woods

Terror's raving through the streets
Yesterday got me a gun
Shot all clips accept the one
Saving it for my last day

Blood is flowing through the town
Rats eat bodies which deacay
I cant take it anymore
Bulet! Blow my brains away.