The Walking Dead

(Chandler)



close your eyes

wait for them

excorcise

evil whims

walking dead

have no soul

when you touch them

feels so cold

„hold your breath baby

we're roaming here tonight"

the thirteenth of november

a haunted friday night

the graveyard gates swing open

crypts all spring to life

rotting hands dig upward

searching for moonlight

the fog rolls in so thickly

it creeps into your mind

frozen winds of winter

pound like an icy hand

morbid lifeless armies

devour all they can

nightmares you once feared

aren't nightmares anymore

plunge the knife into your chest

and join the hungry horde

nightmares you once feared

aren't nightmares anymore

frozen winds of winter

taught you the final score

the thirteenth of november

the fog rolls in on time

you and your friends shall rise

and join the feast tonight