the fire dies on it's own

leaving us to ourselfs but not exactly alone

I think that someone is out there waiting

antisipation has grown

the air is black as can be

can't even see that my hand is infront of me

I'm overhearind 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 their rounds in the midnight hour and

on the clock it's just a minute away

so we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed

and the huger 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 barb wired 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 their rounds in the midnight hour and

on the clock it's just a minute awey

so we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed

and the hungur for the living helps then hunt it with the greatest of ease

no experience could never match the sight of when a person is through

if it's the last thing I will do i'll be the one who will escape from hellview...and I will