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It was a chilly eve as fog rose from the tombs and owls were howling proclaiming our doom. |
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Look and behold! |
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Shadows walking, |
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The dead are calling.... |
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This is the night of the living dead, |
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A nightmare- |
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The devil's called is creatures, all are out to get your head! |
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This is the night of the living dead, |
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Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead.... |
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They creep and crawl down from the hills, with penetrating stench, the air is slowly filled, |
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Look and behold! |
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Shadows walking, |
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The dead are calling.... |
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This is the night of the living dead, |
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A nightmare- |
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The devil's called is creatures, all are out to get your head! |
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This is the night of the living dead, |
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Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead.... |