Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...
Were hunting humans
Were hunting humans
Were hunting humans
Its killing time every day
I cant control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I dont Ill last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...
Were hunting humans...
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