| Putrid foul zombies make their ghastly approach
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| A dreadful horrid feeling sets in
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| Scrambling for weapons, an attempt to defend
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| Against a gruesome horde of undead
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| Shower them with fire, make them burn in the flames
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| Somehow they continue to march
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| Ravenous savages they’ll tear you apart
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| They’ll eat your fuckin' guts and your brains
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| How do you kill what is not alive?
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| Break them down to stop their descent
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| Smash the bastards into the ground
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| And when they’re down, shatter their bones
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| Shower them with fire, make them burn in the flames
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| Somehow they continue to march
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| Ravenous savages they’ll tear you apart
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| They’ll eat your fuckin' guts and your brains
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| How do you kill what is not alive?
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| Break them down to stop their descent
|
| Smash the bastards into the ground
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| And when they’re down, shatter their bones
|
| Shower them with fire, make them burn in the flames
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| Somehow they continue to march
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| Ravenous savages they’ll tear you apart
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| They’ll eat your fuckin' guts and your brains
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| Shatter their bones |