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The night of the living dead is upon us

The mist of the mountains has surrounded my mind now

And the beacons are lit

I believe that it’s something here

I believe that it’s something much too real

I believe what I feel, not what I see

I believe in the thing that’s haunting me

Taking my world knowing nothing’s there

Taking my world, nothing’s real

Always hear the words of killing, knowing I’m not him

This fight has made me to believe that I’m not me

The night of the living dead

Believes no nature

By the rise of the fist

You’ll live with it chains now

And the beacons are lit

I believe that it’s something here

No, No

I believe that it’s something much too real

No, No

I believe what I feel, not what I see

No, No

I believe in the thing that’s haunting me

By the rise of the fist

You’ll awaken the demons of the dead

Taking my world knowing nothing’s there

Taking my world, nothing’s real

Always hear the words of killing, knowing I’m not him

This fight has made me to believe that I’m not me

I believe what I feel, not what I see

I believe in the thing that’s haunting me

Broken down to the bones in me, the planets collide

I don’t know where to hide, to keep me alive

The takers of life

An attack of what is mine eating

The last of the bones

The birth of a new life

The wielder of knives

Not different from us all

The takers of life

Lurking on among us all

Go!

Taking my world knowing nothing’s there

Taking my world, nothing’s real

Always hear the words of killing, knowing I’m not him

This fight has made me to believe that I’m not me

I believe that it’s something here

I believe what I feel, not what I see