There is no yesterday, there's no tomorrow
Here among the dead

Rising from the dead, rising from the dead
It feels awful to wander in this cold world again
This living dead!
This is suffering, to hunt for the new flesh
Close my grave, I don't wanna see this world, be in this world.
This is what I crave

So cold, so cold
There is the memory of the passed time
Here among the dead
Dawn of the dead, dawn of the dead
It feels awful to feel this cold world again
Days of the dead, days of the dead, these days are suffering
We are the misery of the new world