Night Shift.

A cold wind blows.
A night sky snows.
A banshee howls.
A devilish voice growls.
Alive become the dead.
From their cold gravely bed.
Zombies all around.
Talking their deadly sound.
Church bells do ring.
Hells angels do sing.
The devil has awoken.
Vile words he has spoken.
Night becomes day.
Back into their graves the zombies lay.
The devil returns to hell.
To you all that’s all that i can tell.