Night of the Living Dead
It was a chilly eve as fog rose from the tombs
And owls were howling, proclaiming our doom
Look and behold! Shadows walking
The dead are calling
This is the night of the living dead
A nightmare-
The devil's called his creatures
All are out to get your head!
This is the night of the living dead
Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead
They creep and crawl down from the hills
With penetrating stench, the air is slowly filled
Look and behold! Shadows walking
The dead are calling
This is the night of the living dead
A nightmare
The devil's called his creatures
All are out to get your head!
This is the night of the living dead
Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead
This is the night of the living dead
A nightmare
The devil's called his creatures
All are out to get your head!
This is the night of the living dead
Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead