As the clock strikes twelve, lightning strikes twice Up from the graves they rise Restless dead awaken this night Killing everything in sight
A human bloodbath, craving to be fed People get trapped by the dead Thirsty for blood just before dawn They are from evil spawned
They begin their endless feast Eaten by the dead They devour flesh and bone Eaten by the dead
I have hidden in a cellar below Without the walking dead to know But suddenly the door slams open wide And they stab me in the side
I want to wake up from this dream But it's real no matter how much I try to scream
Blood is dripping as I scream in pain Screaming, struggling, but it's all in vain They gather around me to begin their feast Cannot flee from these vicious beasts
I gag and choke while they're eating me alive I try to, but can't survive There is no way out for me anymore I'm dead behind the cellar door
When dawn arrives, they go to sleep Underground, six feet deep Every night they come to life once more To feast on flesh and goreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
