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The night testifies silent the vile actions
Committed under his black mantle
Dangers are nested in the shadows
That hides mysteries and secrets
Looking for distraction
Countless disturbed souls
That only search for pleasure and trouble
We are building the apocalypse
The end won't take long to arrive
Don't betray your vision
Seeing just what satisfies you
In a conflict of interests
We are staging a shady drama
In the final hour
When the cold lips of death
Touch your forehead
Evil will show his face
On a last glimpse of lucidity
We'll celebrate the death of the human morals
Because the truth we share is only one:
We're out of reach of any help
We're out of reach of any help
The night testifies silent the vile actions
Committed under his black mantle
The wind howls frigidly
Carrying the pain far away
The screams that permeate the addicting air
Of the city
In the final hour
When the cold lips of death
Touch your forehead
Evil will show his face
