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 [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/misfits/hunting_humans.html ]
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....