Zombies fall across the land, The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood, To territorize the neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found, Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell, And rot inside our Gameday´s shell
The foulest stench is in the air, Enemy Territory corpses of almost 20 years
And grisly ghouls from every tomb, Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive, Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can withstand, The evil of our Gameday-Thriller
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