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,
A 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.
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.
Rising from the ground,
It's time to see the reckoning.
You've never had it all this good,
A 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.
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.