Upon this thresh-hold of disaster   The birth of the eleventh plague   The fires burn at night,I begin to doubt   -The Smell of flesh-will ever fade away      The touch of Death is all around us   A thousand corpses block our way   A man-made germ makes almost everyone-   commit suicide   Just to rise and eat their dead   Night of the Living Dead      We're hunting humans   We're hunting humans   We're hunting humans   It's killing time everyday      I can't control this eerie feeling   An evil screaming in my ear   I don't think I'll last the night,   there is no cure for this genocide   Or ressurection of the dead   Night of the Living Dead....      We're hunting humans   We're hunting humans   We're hunting humans   It's killing time everyday