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
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