The Night Of The Living Dead - The Vision Bleak

It was a chilly eve as fog rose from the tombs

And owls were howling, proclaiming our doom

Look and behold!

Shadows walking

The dead are calling

This is the night of the living dead

A nightmare-

The devil’s called his creatures

All are out to get your head!

This is the night of the living dead

Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead

They creep and crawl down from the hills

With penetrating stench, the air is slowly filled

Look and behold!

Shadows walking

The dead are calling

This is the night of the living dead

A nightmare

The devil’s called his creatures

All are out to get your head!

This is the night of the living dead

Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead

This is the night of the living dead

A nightmare

The devil’s called his creatures

All are out to get your head!

This is the night of the living dead

Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead