Dawn of the Living Dead

The whisper of devil calls On the dreadful operating table The spell on the morning lawn Coagulated with the drowning evil

If not surrendering to them Greediness will swallow the soul The holiness mocked at tomorrow She said, sorrow would never wither

Screaming and mourning Whoever you are Bewitching and praying Wherever you are

Morphing and rotting Wherever you are Dying and rewaking Whoever you are