---

In an old, ancient graveyard

On a cool, foggy night

They rose from the dead

Spreading havoc and fright.

Stalking their victims, all that are alive

To feast on their flesh, their brains and their eyes!

After the feast, when the living are all gone

When the flesh has settled, and the brains are all washed down,

The zombies they go, to their own special place

Walking all stiff-legged, with a strange look on their face.

The gruntin’ and the groanin’

The awful dead smell

Feces of the damned

Reminds me of Hell!

When they emerge

Ready to kill

To resume their feast on the living

On our flesh

They will fill!