The Winged Panther is on the chase This is end of human race Nobody can stay alive
The Winged Panther can feel no pain World will never be the same A Deamon born in the depth of hell
See the land The Ground is red because of The Blood of the dead Our homes are burning and we Unable to flee
We're calling for help Time is short and we are weak We're calling for help Can anybody hear my voice?
See the ruins he left behind This is a night without a light The Town will fall into oblivion
The Winged Panther is on the run Killing people one by one Hunting us like animals
See the land The Ground is red because of The Blood of the dead Our homes are burning and we Are Unable to flee
We're calling for help Time is short and we are weak We're calling for help Can anybody hear my voice?
See the land The Ground is red because of The Blood of the dead Our homes are burning and we Are Unable to flee
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