Texty: From Life To Death. Tribunal Of Sins. Wish You Death.

As the night falls you smell the end you know your time is done moving in complete silence your predator is hunting you you can feel it but you can't see it his breath on your neck makes you go insane every moment that passes by shrinks your lenght of life like a ghost your killer is following you the silence awake you this gloomy absence of sound tells you that the final battle has arrived the cold sound of the bells announces your last breath the trigger clash brings you the memory of a life that was once yours your blood is now dripping on the floor through the darkness of death you can see the face of your killer smiling at you as the night fall you smell the end you know your time is done