1. ESCAPE

There’s no time. If your decisions include regret, then it’s already too late. There’s no time.

Oh my God, they’re everywhere... God...

As clumsy as these beasts may be, their mass numbers make up for slow speeds.
Now is when you exert all of your energy.

Don’t bother screaming, don’t bother crying, ignore all hope of mercy.
Don’t bother screaming, don’t bother crying, ignore all hope of mercy.

There’s no time. If your decisions include regret, then it’s already too late.
There’s no time for even the slightest bit of remorse.

Try to contain every ounce of sorrow, our hearts have no room for this.
I am made of anger. I am made of anger.

There’s a proportion to be met between escape and defense.
Now is when you exert all of your energy.

Don’t bother screaming, don’t bother crying, ignore all hope of mercy.
Don’t bother screaming, don’t bother crying, ignore all hope of mercy.

There’s no time. If your decisions include regret, then it’s already too late.


2. ANATOMY

With contamination comes fever: the disease is at its worst.

Teeth missing, beyond repair, fragile flesh falling away.
With fever, with virus comes the harshest judgment. Haunting elements create a horrific monster.

You’ve never seen such grey skin, freezing to the touch.
You’ve never seen such grey skin, freezing to the touch. This is a call to arms, human race.

With contamination comes fever: the disease is at its worst.
Immune to water, immune to weather all to spread the curse.
Bones brittle ready to snap, mind unstable highly enraged.
Bones brittle ready to snap, mind unstable highly enraged.
Dirt underneath the nails of fingers tearing at your sanity.
Dirt underneath the nails of fingers tearing at your sanity.

There is no changing structure, there is no retracting anatomy.
This architecture, it cannot be destroyed. There is no retraction... no retraction.

Close your eyes, but nothing changes. We all know what brings this on... what brings this on.
Close your eyes, still nothing changes. No one knows... no one knows how to take it back.
Close your eyes, but nothing changes. We all know what brings this on... what brings this on.
Close your eyes, still nothing changes. No one knows... no one knows how to take it back


3. OUTNUMBERED

We are outnumbered... The virus has completely devastated over 150 of the world’s major regions and is spreading rapidly. At this point in time we know of only one method of killing the creatures: destroy the brain. Beyond the guard of any loved ones who may have recently been in any sort of contact could be infected. And if you find yourself out in a threatening position, please do not hesitate to act. Again, this is not a test. This is not a joke. We as a species are overwhelmed. We are outnumbered!

Standing at accuracy’s demise we have reached the new world wasteland.
Population converted: One by one (one by one), thousands upon thousands.
Like scavengers on waste, like vultures on the sick, zombies outnumber the living.
We are the outnumbered. We are the outnumbered.

Find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead.
Build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds.
Find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead.
Build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds.

In a sea of stinking rot, in a place where living humans are no longer the hunters,
all the money in the world won’t satisfy the enemy.... Hunted. Hunted. Hunted. Hunted.

Standing at accuracy’s demise we have reached the new world wasteland. Go...
Mankind is the losing faction; retreat is eternally hopeless.

Find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead.
Build your walls, maintain protection with ambitions of beating the odds.
Find your post, find your shelter in hopes of outliving the undead.
Build your walls, maintain protection.... ah ooh... ...with ambitions of beating the odds.

We are the outnumbered.


4. REVIVE

Science has become a child’s game.
There is no solution to bring away this plague.
.... No remedies have been discovered.

The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.
Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish.
And you know nothing that matters now.

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful.

The incurable bring us our punishment.
Today’s destruction can only be measured in... in biblical... biblical proportion.

Let’s go...
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth.
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth.
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth.

Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when there’s nothing left.
Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when there’s nothing left.
Always wanting more. Never enough.

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful.
We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful.
We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost....


5. SURVIVOR

I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, just along the outskirts of a small city.
Like most that have made it this far, I live off of old canned goods and a healthy back stock of ammunition.

Greetings from extermination, Kansas - death in the midwest.
Greetings from extermination, Kansas - death in the midwest.

Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude.
The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies.
My depression grows stronger: its bitter claws around my neck.
I will always be tortured... tortured by solitude.

Will anything get better for me? I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.
Will this sickness ever leave this world? I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.
I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me.
I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.
What I’ve known has been taken from me. I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret.

I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, just along the outskirts of a small city.
No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago.
Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence...
...came across some innocence.

I will never see through this nightmare. I will never know sunlight again.
I will never see through this nightmare. I will never taste her lips again.