Respect for the dead by Beneath The Sky
They are coming to get you, barbara! como esta, b**ches!
We're here to spread disease get you in our grasp and f**k your sh*t up.
Run, run, run, as fast as you can. do not look back they march in numbers as they hunger for the living.
Through these lifeless eyes your just another dead f**k
The hour of judgement is upon you. I am the one that kill. no motives, just for pleasure. no remorse from this motherf**ker.
When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth...