The Morbeatles

THE GATES OF HELL ARE STANDING WIDE OPEN NOW. FROM THE WOMB OF A DARKENED EARTH THE DEAD RISES AGAIN. YOU CAN HEAR THE MOANING OF THE LOST SOULS IN THESE MOONLIT WINTER NIGHTS. WHEN YOU HEAR THEM IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE. SO HURRY HOME AS LONG AS YOU CAN! THEY ARE ON THE LOOSE. NO PLACE IS SAFE ANYMORE. THE UNDEAD ARE CLIMBING OUT OF THEIR GRAVES TO WANDER THE SURFACE OF A DOOMED EARTH. OUR HEAVEN IS AN EVER BLEEDING WOUND. THERE IS NO SHELTER. NOBODY WILL HEAR YOUR WAILING. NOBODY WILL TAKE YOU BY THE HAND AS THEIR SHADOWS NEAR. THEY ARE UNDEAD AND THEY ARE HUNGRY FOR YOUR FLESH. THEY WILL EAT YOU ALIVE! THERE IS NO DENYING OF THE TERRIBLE TRUTH. ALL OF THEM MUST COME BACK.
*EVEN THE BEATLES!*
THEY BRING THEIR INSTRUMENTS AND PLAY THE MOST MERCILESS MUSIC YOU HAVE EVER HEARD IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE. YES, THIS IS THE UNBEARABLE TRUTH. THE WOUNDS OF A DISEASED EARTH HAVE OPENED TO GIVE BIRTH TO A HORRIBLE BROOD. YOU CAN SMELL THE SCENT OF DECAY. BE AWARE! THE DEAD NOW POPULATE THE EARTH AND WILL NOT REST UNTIL THE LAST OF THE LIVING IS RIPPED TO PIECES AND EATEN, ONLY TO RETURN SOON AS AN UNDEAD SOUL, WALKING FOREVER IN ETERNAL TWILIGHT. SO BETTER RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE AS LONG AS YOU CAN!
HEAT UP THE OVEN, JOHN!
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