Apocalypse کے بول

Private Apocalypse No more tears Apocalypse Are you afraid Devils dance their psychotic waltz By the sound of your pumping heart Your daemons rape your angels Your apocalypse can start Like poison through your veins You are starving You're heaving for your breath Satisfy your need Oohh face the hollow eyes of death Private apocalypse Tranquillised and numb Thorns are growing Through your soul A deathlike silence Just before the storm All things angelic Left for hate Apocalypse. Your undeniable fate Devils dance their psychotic waltz Your heart is pumping faster Private apocalypse Face the seven sins The devils always win Private apocalypse No more tears to cry Apocalypse Are you afraid to die