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
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