Living Dead

Trapped inside this desolate House
Protected by a God who is a Lie
A Shiver running down my Spine
Surrounded by the walking Corpses

Soon to start a Killing-Spree
The Living Dead wanna feast upon me

Sneaking in the Frontyard they crave
For human Bodies to tear apart
They lose their Limbs of rotten Flesh
Dozens decomposing Corpses

A Shiver running down my Spine
Surrounded by the walking Corpses
They lose their Limbs of rotten Flesh
Trapped inside this fucking House

Soon to start a Killing-Spree
The Living Dead wanna feast upon me

Seems no Way out from this fucking Place
The Reaper calls for his Embrace