The fanatics send hunters to what was left of the cities. Always in pairs, they are chosen to ensure that no one can escape from the Holy Fallout. They follow their preys that exude the scent of fear. There’s no place to hide!
The end of human race Oh hell! It’s so close! I know you're going to try to hide I can’t let you go There is no possibility I’ll find you anyway The savior is everywhere You have to obey
And now (You’re) feeling down (But) that’s alright That will pass
You’re here! Scent of fear! You’re near! Scent of fear!
You’re going to die anyway But I love to hunt I follow voices in my head The cult is alive I feel you’re suffering Your pain is my joy The savior is everywhere You have to obey
And now (You’re) feeling down (But) that’s alright That will pass
You’re here! Scent of fear! You’re near! Scent of fear!
I know the master of your fate Things you don’t know The explosion will kill everything There’s no place to go You won’t have a glorious death Hidden as a rat The savior is everywhere You have to obey
And now (You’re) feeling down (But) that’s alright That will pass
You’re here! Scent of fear! You’re near! Scent of fear!
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