To become the hunted
An easy prey
The fever comes

Leaving us motionless
Life turns in reverse
Hunting us through the night
This our new fate
In the open we are weak
No place to hide
Suddenly paralyzed
By all of our sins

We will bleed
for our sin
We will kneel
for our dream
In this storm
we shall die
In this gallow
we shall hang

The hunter will find us
As the ground collapse
We strive to find
The solid ground
The rift is wide
Chaos enclosed
Feverish madness
We try to hide

We will bleed
for our sin
We will kneel
for our dream
In this storm
we shall die
In this gallow
we shall hang

To become the hunted
An easy prey
We all shall hang

Afflicted by the madness
that is so real
The truest test of our resolve
Is to find the way out of this hell
Dragging us out
From this cesspool of lies

To become the hunted
An easy prey
Time has run out
We've become, our ruin
Destroying all
We are the plague

We will bleed
for our sin
We will kneel
for our dream
In this storm
we shall die
In this gallow
we shall hang

We are the hunted
Our time has run out
We end this now

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