From the graves, I see them rise and with them forgotten memories of joy
Now turned to hate with hunger burning in their eyes.
Remorseless beasts will feed tonigh
Return to life to feast on the flesh of us all.
Nowhere can you run, no sanctuary can be found
For the beasts from below, the rotten corpses have returned.
Blood-curdling screams sound from the coldest night
as they stalk their fucking prey one by one...

Nothing can be done, only on instinct will you survive
From above, I can see them wondering.
This the empty streets of the metropolis
now a thriving necropolis.
What have you done?
You will never be the same.
A bitter end has come to twist your soul
and end your haunted life!
Nowhere can you run, no sanctuary can be found
for the beasts from below, the rotten corpses have returned.