Dawn Of The Dead - Malevolent Creation, Supreme Majesty

Prying eyes in the dead of night

Shadows walking unseen

People wonder with horror

What this atrocity mean

Foul smell of the evil coming

The forest silently moans

Creatures rising from down below

To rip the flesh from your bones

I say you better believe it

The thing is coming for you

At the dawn of the dead

Wicked screams rip the silence

At the dawn of the dead

Screams of terror and violence

Holy water and crosses blessed

Oak sticks be gone

Only tongue the undead speak

Is the sound of the gun

Stand back let no one touch

In hellish fire you’ll burn

Ere sunrise, before the dawn

Of true horror you’ll learn

If you could never believe it

Your soul has better be true

SOLO: Tobias Wernersson