Из альбома: The Pernicious Town
Run, run, daring not to turn back, just tell me why
My every step sounds like one more nail in your coffin
Of this grind, I expected all but your demise
the innocent lamb dying for the wicked one's sins
Breaking the silence of this harrowing night
Till the end of times my desperate cry shall echo
I swear that I will grant myself respite
But when my lost beloved is avenged a hundredfold
As I see your face looking back at me
I can hear the obscene laugh of fatality
Under the moonlight, my inner demons are freed
No time to rest yet, we have to stop...this evil dream