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Misfits Land Of The Dead

From the murky depths they rise From their rotting bones Their souls they scream For the flesh they need Tonight...Zombies walk Upon the earth Land of the Dead

advance From the murky depths, they rise From their rotting bones Their souls, they scream For the flesh they need Tonight, zombies walk Upon the earth Land of the dead

darkness grows And your blood runs cold Your blood runs cold in This twilight of the dead Some who know but most are blinded The world we know lies dead