Misfits Hunting Humans Letras: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
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/95nV]Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
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 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...
Letras: Hunting Humans Misfits [final]