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