Behold the prophecy Of the black spider Earth shall tremble Graves open wider Among the living They shall come Messengers of death Worms and scum When the moon turns red The dead shall rise The nights of terror is upon us all At the Burial Ground Zombies arise Out of the crypt Horde of the undead Flesh been ripped Gut munching brutes Have been released Reanimated and rotten A cadaverous feast When the moon turns red The dead shall rise The nights of terror is upon us all At the Burial Ground A manor under siege Rescue beyond reach As the zombies attack Hungry for a snack When the moon turns red The dead shall rise The nights of terror is upon us all At the Burial Ground