Upon this threshold of

disaster The birth of the

eleventh plagure 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

thousands corpses block our

wat A man-made germs makes

almost everyone commit

Suicide Just to rise and eat

their dead Night of the living

Dead We're hunting humans

whaoo-ooo We're hunting

humans whaoo-ooo We're

hunting humans whaoo-ooo

It's killing time every day I

can't control this eerie feeling

An evil scrteaming in my head

I don't think I'll last the night

There is no crue For this

genocide Or resurrection of

the dead Night of the living

dead We're hunting humans

whaooo-ooo-oo