• In the stillness of the night
    The dead rise and wander through
    And all the while, scanning, searching,
    Looking, waiting, wanting you
    They find their victims late at night
    And drag them off, far from their home
    Their victim always full of fright
    Knowing that their life is through
    They are dragged through city streets
    Unconscious after wearing out
    Their screams of fear have long since passed
    Failing them, without a doubt
    But I don’t see the point in trying
    to fight off an army of the dead
    their flesh is rotting, falling from
    their bodies, arms, legs and head

    We all go marching one by one, Hurrah...Hurrah...
    We slaughter humans just for fun, Hurrah...Hurrah...
    We all go marching night or day
    And in the end, we'll have our way
    We can guarantee that your life will be done
    Your life will be done

    They take them far, far away
    Out to where they can’t be found
    Where they begin their gruesome task
    And lay them down upon the ground
    Starting off they find a way
    To awaken their special guest
    After that it all goes black
    You can probably guess the rest
    The deed is never done until
    No trace of the scene remains
    The process then repeats itself
    The sanity of the job detained
    Who can say their reasons for
    Their actions towards the human race
    Perhaps a barbaric form of revenge
    To avenge having died in this place

    We all go marching one by one, Hurrah...Hurrah...
    We slaughter humans just for fun, Hurrah...Hurrah...
    We all go marching night or day
    And in the end, we'll have our way
    We can guarantee that your life will be done
    Your life will be done

    Through the summer sun we go, Hurrah...Hurrah...
    Or through the icy Winter snow, Hurrah...Hurrah...
    We won't be stopped while on our way
    And in the end we'll have the say
    We guarantee that we will kill everyone you know
    Everyone you know