| Night is turning deeply black
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| With crawling shadows on the tracks
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| Inside a building, depraving screams
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| Sounds of ripping flesh, decaying scenes
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| No place to hide, I run till my feet are burning
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| The smell of halting blood, ahead there’s no turning
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| The deadtribe is rising, with sinister mood
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| Cloned virus outbreak, a stinking brood
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| Days are turning deeply black
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| And demons crawl through a human wreck
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| Silent whispers and lifeless moan
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| Surrounded by the veil of darkness
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| There’s no way to escape
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| In blood and brains they trust
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| My guts they want to rape
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| And dinner with disgust
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| I try to run and hide
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| But they spread too fast for me
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| No chance to flee aside
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| Out of this evil killing spree |