And I finally see the light again

the light of my return

after too much time in darkness

I've had enough of being underground.



By now it's all over

forgotten from memory

and from the heart of the living.



My sepulchre has become decrepit

decaying as my mortal remains

They are corroded by time

by vice and by worms.



So many years now have passed

from the last time

that someone cried

or even prayed for me.



Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?

Oooh zombie, why have you come back to life?



Men don't care about their dead

don't know that they come back

come back to kill them.



Don't believe that it's all over

at the moment of burial

There is something more important

that pushes us to come back.



The living cry the dead but the dead kill the living

that is the greatest day for me

the day of resurrection.



I don't know who I was

I don't remember my ancient name

but now I feel a new reason

I have no fear to kill.



Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?

Oooh zombie, is this real life?