The night, the day, the dawn of dead, rising from the ground
It’s time to see the reckoning
You´ve never had it all this good
Or country of your own
A land that feeds on us alone
When there’s no room in hell the dead will walk the earth
Just go and load another round
To your gun and take up your aim
‘Cause one day son this will all be yours
I’m sorry for this mess
The night, the day, the dawn of dead, you do what you will
A drop of blood could change it all
Soon a day will come my friend
A time to hand it on
So here’s to solving our sickness
When there’s no room in hell the dead will walk the earth
Just go and load another round
To your gun and take up your aim
‘Cause one day son this will all be yours
I’m sorry for this mess
Just go and walk with the dead
Dead
Just go and load another round
To your gun and take up your aim
‘Cause one day son this will all be yours
I’m sorry for this mess
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