The Dead

I was walking home after dark,
I went through a graveyard called the park.
As the dead rose,
From there tombs below.

They shuffled behind me,
I thought just let me be!
Their skin was rotting,
Their wounds bleeding.

They are the dead,
I should probably pump them full of led.
For they are the dead,
Next thing I knew I had fled.
They haven't been feed,
For they are the dead...

And they shall rise...