Prying eyes in the dead of night, shadows walking unseen People wonder with horror, what this atrocity mean Foul smell of the evil coming, the forest silently moans Creatures rising from down below, to rip the flesh from your bones
I say you better believe it The thing is coming for you
[CHORUS] At the dawn of the dead Wicked screams rip the silence At the dawn of the dead Screams of terror and violence
Holy water and crosses blessed, oak sticks be gone Only tongue the undead speak, is the sound of the gun Stand back let no one touch, in hellish fire you'll burn Ere sunrise, before the dawn, of true horror you'll learn
If you could never believe it Your soul has better be true
SOLO: Tobias WernerssonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
