Walk around on zombie streets
Where all the zombies that you meet
Wander 'round with out an aim
Pawns in someone elses game
Waiting for their turn to come
Walk the streets of zombie land
See undead shamblers under the command
Of some dark hidden master
Who awaits a great disaster
Guessing where it will be from
Always watching, he looks out towards
The landscape filled with zombie hordes
Flesh barely clinging to skeletons
And wraiths that drift forever on
Thinking this is eternity
But in the woods the werewolves prowl
While vampires hide in lofty towers
Whose foundations are starting to crack
Split by roots that won't be held back
From a great undying tree
That gathers spirits of slaughtered creatures
Which find willing hosts and show their features
Unleashing the vengeance from the pain they felt
When they were killed for meat or pelt
Dying in violent confusion
But the animal spirits will be put to rest
And their murderers made to pay their debts
When the life-suckers' secrets are made known
And each of the zombies can be shown
That their slavers were just an illusion