The Walking Dead are coming
The sound is roaming
And the sickened
The weakened drew
This new disease
Which made them feast
Upon this misery
Living in the streets

This fever draws these cannabalistic
These sadistic thoughts
That's tearing up my mind

And those who's left behind

As I cast down this shadow
Your corpse can be found

Risen from the ground
The bones was collected
As the dead takes hold on me (3x)

They are walking
They are coming
The walking dead