Cut down in your prime
The end of your life
Fall down to the ground
As machine guns pump and pound
Shot down in your youth
A simple fragile truth
Face first in the dirt
At least there's no more hurt
No graves for the young
Rise from gore and blood
No graves for the young
Zombies in the mud
No graves for the young
Kill on after death
No graves for the young
Slaughter is all that's left
Rise up once again
Bringer of violent pain
Necromancy's child
Stand again, guns blaze wild
Horrors of war stalk
Where the grim reaper walks
Nothing can stop them
They rise to kill again again again
No graves for the young
Rise from gore and blood
No graves for the young
Zombies in the mud
No graves for the young
Kill on after death
No graves for the young
Slaughter's all that's left