Take me from here
The plague have begun
A cold wind of death
Swept up the earth
Silence and darkness
Give us the final cliché
The sky turns black
And the

Worries of death
Has nigth
There's no turning back
A disease that will destroy
Silence and darkness
Give us the final cliché
The sky turns black
And the sons of darkness
Gather for the final crusade

Warriors of death
Heads up the march
There's no turning back
A disease that growing strong

Chose path blood fire death loose eternal life
Follow the signs torture murder death
It is his return it is his revenge

You sounded consumed with fear
Life has only begun
Death comes tumbling
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run