THE WALKING DEAD E.P. (SST Records, 1985) Darkness (Chandler, Reagers, Adams, Acosta) take me away away from the window keep me in chains hide me in shadows don´t want no lights shining on me experiments failed now sunshine blinds me long live disciples of night when I was young they took me from home chained me to darkness there´s no light in my soul now I am older become of age vengeance inside me has grown into rage long live disciples of night church bells ring louder I am on the street signal detectives who will never find me for I live in the graveyards imbedded with souls I never existed and that leaves you cold long live disciples of night White Stallions (Chandler) yesterday I saw my face pictured in the sky as I gazed upon myself my whole life flashed by I heard the sound of hoofbeats from a thousand angry mares before I could control my thoughts my inner soul was theirs white stallions in my vein white stallions lord stop me before I go insane took me to the promised land where everything is free looked around and saw my friends laughing loud at me a great stone wall divided us on their side was a dance on my side was endless torture guess I blew my chance only time can ease the pain the stallions left behind tiny hoofprints on my arm strung out in a line wish that I could start again and change my evil ways trapped upon the stallion´s back ´till my dying days The Walking Dead (Chandler) close your eyes wait for them excorcise evil whims walking dead have no soul when you touch them 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 upward searching for moonlight the fog rolls in so thickly it creeps into your mind 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 your chest and join the hungry horde nightmares you once feared aren´t nightmares anymore 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