Zombies, March! Songtext / Lyric

Welcome once gain

To the bloody pit, my friends

We're so glad you could attend

Come and die, come and die



Yes, the bloody pit of horror, here

As sick as is Gomorrah queer

It's purpled purpose crinkly clear, here



I, I

I, I



I, I, I lead the zombie army

They, they, they are my sweetest slaves

These creatures, well, they shall never harm me

Well, I saved them from far beyond the grave



Lid on coffin cold

Return was foretold

Barrel, box or bloody sack

Planted deep, they still come back






Beyond the world of life

Beneath the scroll of time

The zombies rise and curse the light

They curse the living and they bite



You find it alarming

I find it quite charming

They way the dead

They explode from the ground



I found it amazing

The dead we were raising

And the stinking pile of bodies

Formed a molten-nipple mound



I, I

Your life is lost yet un-death found



The bloody pit of horror

Has a bloody tale to tell

The bloody pit of holy shit

Oh, motherfucking, what the hell?



I, the bloody pit of horror, I



I, I lead the zombie army

I, I lead the zombie army

I, I lead the zombie army

I, I, they are my sweetest slaves

My sweetest slaves



The zombie king, he walks alone

The zombie king, he has no throne

Just a never ending hunger

And a hole that can't be filled

By the centuries of victims

From the living he has killed



Who have all passed beneath the earth

To transform into living dead

And swell his martial ranks

Who ever would have thought

You could teach them to drive tanks?

Drive tanks through banks, zombies, march



The zombie king, he calls his troops

Der Krieg is coming soon

The filthy fiend stand wall-to-wall

And this is a big room



The creatures of the underworld

Are an imposing bunch

But zombies are my sweetest slaves

As long as they get lunch



Vampires, they fucking suck

You know because they're gay

Biker werewolves, what a joke

They've sure seen better days



Zombie king, don't give a damn

'Cause he already rules

Even though his followers

Are nincompoops and boobs



Zombies, march