Before the dawn there lie
Creatures that wish to only call you their own
Through the pain and darkness
The heavens can hear their cries

"Pull back!" Calling echoes from behind
The howling of a curse is something that can't known
Draining the flesh that is ours
Welcome to a new era of hell

Creeping through the black the pain is just too much
A pungent smell, the vile stench of putrid scum
Leaps and bounds, across the ground they walk upon
Watch the sun become the night

The world above will not longer harbour them
The world below will no longer stand by them
Good night good luck is all that is said to the few that remain

Then the antidote is no longer within your reach
A fiction of all hope created for the weak
This is their way of life
As infected choke on their souls

Creators that infect and devour
The transformation almost complete
With the future of the entire human race
With the future of the entire human race in the palm of my hand
The burning desire of the undead mind

Goodnight good luck is all that is said
To the few that remain

With the future of the entire human race
In the palm of my hand
“Good night, good luck” is all that is said
To the few that remain