In the morning beyond the hills
We fear the day among the living dead
From the piles of rotten flesh
We arise from the tombs of wrath
Stricken with disease
Sentenced to death
Striving for blood
The hunting for flesh
Struggling for brain
To cover the pain
Lurching on the streets
We're walking with the dead
Feasting on the shreds of flesh
Among the evil walking dead
Ripping the throat
Draining the artery
Chewing at the gullet
Tearing the chest
Rip out the eyes
Licking the spine
Dismember the entrails
Choking on the guts