اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This city is filled with walking dead
We´ve been forced to leave our homes
I say my prayers to a wolfs head
Far away from where the undead roams
Dirty snow mixes with zombie blood
Oh no, not again!
I can taste the zombie blood when
The dirty rain mixes with my pain
Glowing eyes is the only thing I see
When there´s darkness all around
I guess this is where they´ll bury me
An unmarked tombstone on hallowed ground
