The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead
 (Chandler)
 close your eyes
 wait for them
 excorcise
 evil whims
 walking dead
 have no soul
 when you touch them
 feels so cold
 "hold your breath baby
 we're roaming here tonight"
 the thirteenth of november
 a haunted friday night
 the graveyard gates swing open
 crypts all spring to life
 rotting hands dig upward
 searching for moonlight
 the fog rolls in so thickly
 it creeps into your mind
 frozen winds of winter
 pound like an icy hand
 morbid lifeless armies
 devour all they can
 nightmares you once feared
 aren't nightmares anymore
 plunge the knife into your chest
 and join the hungry horde
 nightmares you once feared
 aren't nightmares anymore
 frozen winds of winter
 taught you the final score
 the thirteenth of november
 the fog rolls in on time
 you and your friends shall rise
 and join the feast tonight