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
SOLO: Tobias Wernersson