Here they come In the middle of the street An army of dead Marching through the heat
Here they stand Far too many, far too many to count A symphony of death Marching around
But they'll never catch us, no they never will My wheels of steel they roar, always will
Riding together, life on the road Riding forever, always our code We try to stay alive Cause dead don't ride
Here I go With a Molotov and a shotgun in my hand The horde of the undead My last standTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.