The green mile has ended, the death begins, We try to go, you hear our screams. Our rotten bodies rise again. It is good to feel you; we will eat your brains.
We are dead and it is our crime, We play, this is our time. We are crap. It is the walk in the night.
Hey, girls, let’s eat your friends, You all will dance to the music of cramps. It’s the best horror of my holidays, You will eat our brains.
Hey, kids! This is a holidays in our nightmare. We won’t to fly in the heaven And hell was closed for us.