Darkness descends and the prowlers come out They roam through the night Looking for weak souls to join them Looking for strength to gain
There're always rotten limbs to be cut off But no possibility to do so So there are voices to be heard When agitators gather their herbs
Like humanimals, labouring Gathering their herds The powerless and the voiceless of the mass The ones that have nothing
Once again they revert to their holes Once again the dawn is their foe Once again humanimals will gather in the night Once again their numbers numbers multiplied Once again they roam from their holes And they will gather more lost souls Their army is growing silently, the word echoes on the streets
Humanimals Labouring Gathering their herds Spreading through society
Darkness descends and the prowlers come out They roam through the night Looking for weak souls to join them Looking for strength to gainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
