2 acessos
The fire dies on it's own
Leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone
I think that something is out there waiting
Anticipation has grown
The air as black as can be
Can't even see that my hand is in front of me
I'm overhearing a whisper they won't escape
Until the blood is set free
So turn back the silence is deafening
Turn back don't let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight your end
On the clock it's just a minute away
So we're hours awake
And our only mistake is we bleed
And the hunger for the living helps
Them hunt it with the greatest of ease
Now I'm finding my friends, hanging from trees
Made a bed of a barbed wire fence
I'm on the loose with my neck
In the noose but hey, I enjoy the intense
Turn back the silence is deafening
Turn back don't let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight your end
On the clock it's just a minute away
So we're hours awake
And our only mistake is we bleed
And the hunger for the living helps
Them hunt it with the greatest of ease
No experience could ever match the sight
Of when a person is through
If it's the last thing I will do, I'll be the one
That will escape from hellview and I will