Funeralizer کے بول

Choking on the toxic smoke of the victims burned alive They gag upon their bloody couch, all signs of life subside Placed into their caskets they're carried away By an endless line of men marching towards their grave Procession of mourning drones stretching out of sight Carrying their cargo to a boundless burial site Locked inside their boxes are those that still draw breath But blood fills up their caskets, they drown and face their deaths Burdened now by famine the living dead press on Marching till their bones collapse, collapsing one by one The flesh is now decaying before their very eyes The merciless decree of fate: For the whole world to be funeralized