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, Whaooo-ooo

We're Hunting Humans, Whaooo-ooo

We're Hunting Humans , Whaooo-oo

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, Whaooo-ooo

We're Hunting Humans, Whaooo-ooo

We're Hunting Humans , Whaooo-oo

We're Hunting Humans

It's Killing Time Every Day