Когда я теряю всё... Остаётся только миг... Когда нужно решить, что произойдёт далее...




the fire dies on its 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 hour and
on the clock it's just a minute away