Upon this thresh-hold of disaster 
The birth of the eleventh plague 
The fires burn at night,I begin to doubt 
-The Smell of flesh-will ever fade away 

The touch of Death is all around us 
thousand corpses block our way 
man-made germ makes almost everyone- [bad word] suicide 
Just to rise and eat their dead 
Night of the Living Dead 

We're hunting humans 
We're hunting humans 
We're hunting humans 
It's killing time everyday