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• Artiste: Grave Digger
• Titre: Fear Of The Living Dead
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Dark clouds upon the sky Thousand souls are asking why Tumbling around and screaming for vengeance Endless dead life is their sentence Crawling around sinful lust for flesh With blood on their hands they start afresh Heads exploding skulls fly high Try to escape if you don't wanna die Shoot shoot killing's for free Die die how sweet they be Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their evil cries At night the living dead Rise from their graves They spit on your fate Their only will is hate At night the living dead Spreading their fear Don't turn around and feel their breath Your end is near Fear of the living dead Twisted and tortured the last command Lost and ruined in this wide bleak land Vengeful corpses try to survive Their last destination is the next genocide Pale and nasty they emerge out of the twilight We shoulder our weapons and start to fight We shoot our bullets into their heads We killed them all the ground is blood red Shoot shoot killing's for free Die die how sweet they be Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their evil cries At night the living dead Rise from their graves They spit on your fate Their only will is hate At night the living dead Spreading their fear Don't turn around and feel their breath Your end is near Fear of the living dead Fear of the living dead At night the living dead Rise from their graves They spit on your fate Their only will is hate At night the living dead Spreading their fear Don't turn around and feel their breath Your end is near Fear of the living dead Fear of the living dead Fear of the living dead