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Alive among the lifeless How many of us still survive? Stranded in this hell Cursed by the walking dead There's not much time left now The sun has already begun to set Time to board up the windows and doors It'll be dark in half an hour Rising from forgotten graves The dead returning to life The corpse walks Never to be killed again Bon(e)y fingers covered in moldy flesh It's got you by the neck A look of hunger in dead eyes Broken teeth sink into your throat Too late, you saw it too late Your flesh a feast for fiends The body scattered on the ground Blood soaked into gravelly earth The streets are now empty I watch the dead as they begin to feed From Letras Mania