In nights cold and grim   The graves open up   Lifeless cadavers roam the earth   To take their revenge   Tormented souls without hope   No possible escape   A terrible fate they must lead   But they do not complain      The town sleeps most calmly   Unknowing, full of bliss   The room might reek of death   Yet they sleep in peace      Gasping for a final breath   Awoken savagely   Staring in death’s cold eyes      Torture and let bleed slowly   These are the dead   Arisen from eternal sleep   They are the sleepwalkers      Not a scream, not a sound   Lungs ripped out of sleeping bodies   The art of silent slaughter   They want nothing, but to harm   Get revenge on the human race   For all its evils      Torture and let bleed slowly   These are the dead   Arisen from eternal sleep   They are the sleepwalkers      As warm blood hits the ground   Life leaves drop by drop   Nothing left but an empty carcass   To one day join the sleepwalkers      Sleepwalkers of the night   Eternal and forever there   They will not stop killing   Until we are theirs   We are theirs   We are theirs   We are theirs   We are theirs