Lost کے بول

Something moves out of the dark It's invisible and it's dangerous It's on its way on its unholy mission You're alone -- you're alone It brings destruction into your mind It takes your power, makes you feel resolute Damnation is falling into your body It's sliding arms into your spine Black candles in a torture room You're waiting for the Master, he's due to come A pentagram is painted on the ground It's made of blood -- it's your own blood The sky becomes darker, the clocks stand still No noise in the air, just an instant silence Suddenly a terrible cry... Satan is here -- Satan is here An evil power comes over you You are lost -- you are lost An unknown force conquers your body You are lost -- you are lost