#1
Look into dead men's eyes
All is clear
Don't tell your self those lies
Don't have fear
They crept out of their graves
Don't know why
They should have been our slaves
Will we die

Be carefull when it's dark outside
Don't underrate a dead man's pride
Those creatures, they roam in our world
In silence their screams can be heard

They should sleep underground
They don't do
They kill, they fight, they haunt
Me and you
We just can't kill the death
The blood flows
They come closer with each breath
It goes on

Be carefull when it's dark outside
Don't underrate a dead man's pride
Those creatures, they roam in our world
In silence their screams can be heard

When your time has come, where'd you run to
Walking the shadows, they will watch you
When your time has come, where'd you run to
Walking the shadows, they will watch you

When the dead wake from their sleep,
pray the lord your soul to keep
When the dead knock at your door,
you are what they're seeking for

Be carefull when it's dark outside
Don't underrate a dead man's pride
Those creatures, they roam in our world
In silence their screams can be heard
#2
I love this part it kicks asS
When the dead wake from their sleep,
pray the lord your soul to keep
When the dead knock at your door,
you are what they're seeking for
#3
You need to put the word brains in there somewhere, because it's not a zombie song without brains.
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#5
Yep, that's what they do, but keep it simple to contrast with the rest. Maybe make it really repetitive, just chanting brains possibly ... . lols
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Non Evil E-Twin of stealstrings

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#6
the rhymes are kind of obvious but its about zombies so it automatically ranks as awesome, I wrote a song about zombies 5 or 6 years ago, its was largely rubbish but now i have the urge to rewrite it

a few choice lyrics I remember

They say I cant love
but thats false
Ive got a big heart
Just dont have a pulse

I rose up from my grave
fist clenching a beretta
like a ghost, like a spectre
like Jesus but better