Zombies, March

Welcome once gain
 To the bloody pit, my friends
 We're so glad you could attend
 Come and die, come and die
 Yes, the bloody pit of horror, here
 As sick as is Gomorrah queer
 It's purpled purpose crinkly clear, here
 I, I
 I, I
 I, I, I lead the zombie army
 They, they, they are my sweetest slaves
 These creatures, well, they shall never harm me
 Well, I saved them from far beyond the grave
 Lid on coffin cold
 Return was foretold
 Barrel, box or bloody sack
 Planted deep, they still come back
 Beyond the world of life
 Beneath the scroll of time
 The zombies rise and curse the light
 They curse the living and they bite
 You find it alarming
 I find it quite charming
 They way the dead
 They explode from the ground
 I found it amazing
 The dead we were raising
 And the stinking pile of bodies
 Formed a molten-nipple mound
 I, I
 Your life is lost yet un-death found
 The bloody pit of horror
 Has a bloody tale to tell
 The bloody pit of holy shit
 Oh, motherfucking, what the hell?
 I, the bloody pit of horror, I
 I, I lead the zombie army
 I, I lead the zombie army
 I, I lead the zombie army
 I, I, they are my sweetest slaves
 My sweetest slaves
 The zombie king, he walks alone
 The zombie king, he has no throne
 Just a never ending hunger
 And a hole that can't be filled
 By the centuries of victims
 From the living he has killed
 Who have all passed beneath the earth
 To transform into living dead
 And swell his martial ranks
 Who ever would have thought
 You could teach them to drive tanks?
 Drive tanks through banks, zombies, march
 The zombie king, he calls his troops
 Der Krieg is coming soon
 The filthy fiend stand wall-to-wall
 And this is a big room
 The creatures of the underworld
 Are an imposing bunch
 But zombies are my sweetest slaves
 As long as they get lunch
 Vampires, they fucking suck
 You know because they're gay
 Biker werewolves, what a joke
 They've sure seen better days
 Zombie king, don't give a damn
 'Cause he already rules
 Even though his followers
 Are nincompoops and boobs
 Zombies, march