Hunting Humans

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....