In nights cold and grim
The graves open up
Lifeless cadavers roam the earth

To take their revenge
Tormented souls without hope
No possible escape

A terrible fate they must lead
But they do not complain


The town sleeps most calmly
Unknowing, full of bliss
The room might reek of death

Yet they sleep in peace

Gasping for a final breath

Awoken savagely
Staring in death's cold eyes


Torture and let bleed slowly
These are the dead
Arisen from eternal sleep

They are the sleepwalkers

Not a scream, not a sound

Lungs ripped out of sleeping bodies
The art of silent slaughter
They want nothing, but to harm

Get revenge on the human race
For all it's evils


Torture and let bleed slowly
These are the dead
Arisen from eternal sleep

They are the sleepwalkers

As warm blood hits the ground

Life leaves drop by drop
Nothing left but an empty carcass
To one day join the sleepwalkers


Sleepwalkers of the night
Eternal and forever there

They will not stop killing
Until we are theirs
We are theirs

We are theirs
We are theirs
We are theirs