For he is the living dead
He comes from the grave
His body a home of worms
No life in his eyes
For he is the living dead
The living dead
The night sky
Night sky
He comes from the grave
His body a home of worms and filth
No life in his eyes
No warmth of his skin
No beating of his breast
His soul as empty and dark as the night sky
For eternity he will walk the earth
Smelling the sweet blood of the living
He comes from the grave
The night sky
Beware for he is the living dead
From the grave [2x]
The night sky
The living dead
The night sky [2x]
Night sky