Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night
I begin to doubtthe smell of burning flesh

Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germs makes
almost everyone commit Suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead
We're hunting humans
whaoo-ooo We're hunting
humans whaoo-ooo We're
hunting humans whaoo-ooo
It's killing time every day
I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil scrteaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living
dead
We're hunting humans
whaooo-ooo-oo....