Paroles de 8 Minutes

Gent....of chaos Breed to kill I am agent of chaos All of your fears in one No escape to this nightmare Lock your doors at night, dont go outside I'll be there waiting for you,everywhere you go I am the shadow, the shadow Over your shoulder, your shoulder The anticipation of death is worse than death itself They anticipateyour death Left in the sewer, excpected to die I crawled back to life,rebuilt on revenge I will find you and make you suffer