Hunting Humans

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 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.... We're hunting humans We're hunting humans We're hunting humans It's killing time everyday