Upon this threshold of disaster
  The birth of the eleventh plague
  The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
  Will ever fade away
    The touch of death is all around us
  A thousand corpses block our way
  A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
  Just to rise and eat their dead
  Night of the living Dead...
    We're hunting humans
  We're hunting humans
  We're hunting humans
  We're hunting humans
  It's killing time every day
    I can't control this eerie feeling
  An evil screaming in my head
  I don't think I'll last the night
  There is no cure
  For this genocide
  Or resurrection of the dead
  Night of the living Dead...
    We're hunting humans...
      [ Thanks cameron for correction ]