A Touch of Death

A Touch of Death

The streets all smell like rotting flesh, and the moon is out to greet you.
Through the fog you see a man, his flesh looks cold and blue.
All dead shall rise from their graves, and torture all the living.
The time has come, for you to die, your life you will be giving.

Who will save you?
Who can save you?
No one hears your cries.

The dead are here.
They've come for you.
Tonight's the night you die.

The streets are filled with rotting flesh, and the demons roam and wander.
Death is here, to take you all, the world is going under.
All dead shall rise from their graves, on this night of evil splendour.
Hell has come, upon us all, and you can hear the devils laughter.

God can't save you.
Who will save you?
He won't listen to your cries.

The dead are here.
They've come for you.
Tonight's the night you die.

The apocolypse has come and gone, and the death is overbearing.
Bodies fill the streets with blood, but you just can't stop staring.
Then you wake up, "just a dream", your life's not at an end.
But now you know, what it's like, to feel a touch of death my friend.