| How dark was the night
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| When they were given new life
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| On the eve of our impending doom?
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| The buried and forgotten
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| Molding and rotten
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| Began to stir in their tombs
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| Here in our darkest of hours
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| Prepare for the coming dread
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| Mindless walking things
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| What horror do they bring
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| Now their eternal peace is denied
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| The dearly departed
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| Are back where they started
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| And everything’s far from alright
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| They have woken to devour
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| And this world will run red
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| The earth has now grown sour
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| And it’s spitting out the dead
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| Be warned, be still
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| Now you can hear them stirring
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| Clawing at the ceilings of their graves
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| They’re here, they’re dead
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| They’re evil and they’re hungry
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| Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray
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| No pulse, no brains
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| Now you can hear them digging
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| Corpses transformed into feral beasts
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| No soul, no hope
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| No conscience in their bloodlust
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| They’ve only come here for one thing and that’s to feast
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| The hordes of decay
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| Are crawling this way
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| And they’re pouring out into the streets
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| The lifeless hollow shells
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| Are escaping their cells
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| And they’re dying for something to eat
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| Here in our darkest of hours
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| Prepare for the coming dread
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| An army of death
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| With their fetid breath
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| And their skin dangling from their bones
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| There is no escape
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| From this most ghastly of fate
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| For this is how we must atone
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| They have woken to devour
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| And this world will run red
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| The earth has now grown sour
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| And it’s spitting out the dead
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| Be warned, be still
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| Now you can hear them stirring
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| Clawing at the ceilings of their graves
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| They’re here, they’re dead
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| They’re evil and they’re hungry
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| Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray
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| No pulse, no brains
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| Now you can hear them digging
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| Corpses transformed into feral beasts
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| No soul, no hope
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| No conscience in their bloodlust
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| They’ve only come here for one thing and that’s to feast
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| The dead are awake
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| There’s no escape
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| Tombs asunder
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| Released from slumber
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| Peaceful silence
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| Turned to violence
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| Will this affliction
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| Be our downfall
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| Reanimation desecration
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| Death is no longer
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| The be all end all
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| Insurrection resurrection
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| And out of the mouth of Hades
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| They have crawled
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| Be warned, be still
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| Now you can hear them stirring
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| Clawing at the ceilings of their graves
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| They’re here, they’re dead
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| They’re evil and they’re hungry
|
| Flesh and sinew and bone have all gone astray
|
| No pulse, no brains
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| Now you can hear them digging
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| Corpses transformed into feral beasts
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| No soul, no hope
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| No conscience in their bloodlust
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| They’ve only come here for one thing and that’s to feast |