Land of the Dead


A fortress in the sky,
We felt the bind it holds,
We live on borrowed time,
A glowing moon lives here,
Their armies still advance,
From the murky depths, they rise?
From their rotting bones,
Their souls, they scream,
For the flesh they need,
Tonight, tonight, zombies, walk
Land of the dead.

Natural flames arise .
They burn out of control
It's a storm that's genocide.
They burned away a sun,
Those who could escape,

Had no chance to survive,
From their rotting bones,
Their souls' they scream
For the flesh they need
Tonight, tonight, zombies walk?
Land of the dead?
The dead.

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