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The Walking Deadclose your eyeswait for them excorcise evil whims walking dead have no soul when they touch you feels so cold "hold your breath baby we're roaming here tonight" the thirteenth of november a haunted friday night the graveyard gates swing open crypts all spring to life rotting hands dig upwards searching for moonlight the fog rolls in so thickly it creeps into your mind walking dead have no soul walking dead feels so cold frozen winds of winter pound like an icy hand morbid lifeless armies devour all they can nightmares you once feared aren't nightmares anymore plunge the knife into you chest and join the hungry horde walking dead have no soul walking dead feels so cold nightmares you once feared aren't nightmares anymore the frozen winds of winter taught you the final score the thirteenth of november the fog rolls in on time you and your friends shall rise and join the feast tonight walking dead have no soul walking dead feels so cold walking dead walking dead walking dead |