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A craving sound in the middle of the night
Just like a bunch of dogs, fighting for a bone
I get the goose bumps in my skin, I close my eyes in fear
A freezing cold surrounds the place

And when you think yuo're safe
Behind the concrete walls of the world
You'd better be prepared son, to face it all

No time to run away
No time to find a shelter
No time left to repent
No time to waste your tears
No time to see the dawn
No time to say a word
No time for another day
No time to look back in the past

Lyind in the dark
Servants of the night
Taking me to hell
All is turning dark
Hoping for the light
The tiem of death!

I try to run but my body's paralyzed
My strength is leaving now, and I can't fight some more
Descending to the depths of hell my eyes refuse to see
My personal hell waits for me there

And when you think is just a evil dream, haunting for our soul
You'd better get prepared son, to cafe 'em all

The time of death!
Our deat has come!

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