And I finally see the light again   the light of my return   after too much time in darkness   I've had enough of being underground.      By now it's all over   forgotten from memory   and from the heart of the living.      My sepulchre has become decrepit   decaying as my mortal remains   They are corroded by time   by vice and by worms.      So many years now have passed   from the last time   that someone cried   or even prayed for me.      Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?   Oooh zombie, why have you come back to life?      Men don't care about their dead   don't know that they come back   come back to kill them.      Don't believe that it's all over   at the moment of burial   There is something more important   that pushes us to come back.      The living cry the dead but the dead kill the living   that is the greatest day for me   the day of resurrection.      I don't know who I was   I don't remember my ancient name   but now I feel a new reason   I have no fear to kill.      Oooh zombie, what do you want from us?   Oooh zombie, is this real life?