In the darkest of night they rise
without humanity in their eyes
rotting flesh and beastly bones
rising like blood thirsty clones

When they rise, the end is near
the world becomes full of fear
by that time, it's way too late
torture and death is your fate

The time to suffer is coming fast
then none of us are going to last
so much blood sure to be shed
on this night of the living dead.