Funeralizer

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