Night of the Living Shred

As the hour approaches midnight
We approach the cemetery gates
While we're rocking in the moonlight
And getting drunk, the sleeping dead await

Our METAL

And a blinding flash of lightning
Illuminates the silhouette of three
Lunatics shredding among the graves
And chugging booze as corpses rise to see

Our METAL

Earth disturbed by morbid tunes now waking up the dead as a
Circle pit of skeletons moshes around our band
Mangled thrashing bodies bang their decomposing heads while the
Townsfolk who bare witness all have hearts now filled with dread

As the hour approaches daylight
We still rock the cemetery gates ‘til the
Last fucking beer has been drank
Then, hungover, the dead once more shall sleep