Tiptoe through the graveyard, the moon is high and
bright.
Creeping dead crawl through the Earth, this never
ending fight.
Reaching the night air, they are no longer enslaved.
Loved ones come to visit, but find only empty graves.
Their half-rotten faces,
These creatures of the night.
Beware of these places.
The dead walk here tonight.
The walking dead are starving, satisfied by living
flesh,
Searching through this town until everyone's felt their
death.
Once inanimate corpses have become the walking dead,
The only way to stop them is to take their rotting
head.
Their half-rotten faces,
These creatures of the night.
Beware of these places.
The dead walk here tonight.
[Spoken dialogue excerpt from Dawn of the Dead:]
"When there is no more room in Hell, the Dead will walk
the Earth."
Their half-rotten faces,
These creatures of the night.
Beware of these places.
The dead walk here tonight.