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 is black as can be
Cant even see that my hand is in front of me
Im hearing a whisper "they wont escape until the blood is set free"

So turn back the silence is deafening
Turn back dont let them see you again
They make the rounds at 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 hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease

Now im finding my friends
Hanging from trees made a bed out of a barbed wire fence
Im on the loose with my head in the noose but hey,
I enjoy the intense

So turn back the silence is deafening
Turn back dont let them see you again
They make the rounds at the midnight hour and
On the clock its 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 its the last thing i will do ill be the one who will escape from hellview
And i will