The Walking Dead Songtext
von Stillborn

Sunny fields, my mother′s love
I remember that southern land
Little father, you sent us north
To get blood on our hands

We're chilled to the bone now
We′re chilled to the bone now
Will someone save our souls?

We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead

The snow is cold and so is my heart
In my eyes you can see the fear
They have a name for this frozen hell
And it's not that dear

We're chilled to the bone now
We′re chilled to the bone now
Will someone save our souls?


We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead

Walking dead
Walking dead
Walking dead
Walking dead

We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead
We, we are the walking dead

Walking dead
Walking dead
Walking dead
Walking dead
Walking dead