upon this threshold of disaster the birth of the eleventh plague the fires burn at night i begin to doubt the smell of burning 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, whaooo-ooo we're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo we're hunting humans , whaooo-oo we're hunting humans it's killing time every day i can't control this eerie feeling an evil screaming in my head i don't think i'll last the night there is no cure for this genocide or resurrection of the dead night of the living dead we're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo we're hunting humans, whaooo-ooo we're hunting humans , whaooo-oo we're hunting humans it's killing time every day
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