Dawn Of The Dead

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

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

At the dawn of the dead

Wicked screams rip the silence

At the dawn of the dead

Screams of terror and violence

At the dawn of the dead

Wicked screams rip the silence

At the dawn of the dead

Screams of terror and violence