Twilight Of The Dead by Misfits
When all the room in hell is taken
The armies of the dead awaken
The ghouls of hell have overflowed
The night before it was sheer terror
On a quest for flesh they draw nearer
As the sun goes down the darkness grows
And your blood runs cold
Your blood runs cold in...
The twilight of the dead!
Some who know but most are blinded
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