The Black Dahlia Murder - When the Last Grave Has Emptied

Inhuman the mounting of a tragedy macabre Resurrection of the fallen the undead start to rise driven by hunger or vengeance We're left with little time to question the motives of the damned We turn to science to make the puzzle whole What lies beyond those hollowed eyes We'll be defeated destroyed by our own ghosts When the last grave has emptied When the last shred of hope melts away An endless swarm of damnation Will swallow the last of humanity into the black In hiding our dwindling numbers rush to find a cure the laws of reason are dissolving into never ending night Mere shadows of their former selves We fall to our friend and foe alike We stand abandoned by our gods Backed into corners, there's nowhere left to hide The soils of hell shall keep them coming Our feeble planet overrun with the legions of the dead Fits of hysteria have claimed the hearts of man The panic-ridden are consumed their bones dry in the sun The zombies multiply with haste The streets are stained with human waste