Doctor Death کے بول

Bringing bad news through the dense fog And Reaper is coming alone Facing the Evil, Marching on Hell Death is knocking in your door Bringing dark wings through the black fog And Reaper is coming in your home Facing the evil, feeling death's smell Facing the Evil, marching on Hell! Bringing deadly news through the dirty streets And Reaper is knocking in you door Piles of garbage, piles of dead Evil is coming in your home Bringing dark wings through the black fog Desease is coming in your home Piles of garbage, piles of rats Piles of rots I'm Outta my on! Cause I can't control my fate I cannot scape! Because now is too late I'm Outta my on! Cause I can't control my fate I cannot scape! I cannot scape of hands Of Doctor Death