I travel miles, I see no trace of hope The air was burning cold The roads were all alone The wind was blowing moan The ever living man The sound of whispering sand Is my only friend I'm in the land of the living dead The dark clouds were covering the sky And blocking all the lights The sun was out of sight The day was always night The glorious of tale Rotten in the hell The only thing that's left Was the grave I'm in the land of the living dead