Gaze upon the Nightwalker

Mutating from a frail form

It is the onset and the ruin of existence

Embodied immortality before our eyes

Can you save our lives

Or will you run like the rest of the scum

I'd rather fucκing die

Woodlands drown in the calamity

The purest souls asphyxiate and forever fade away

They feast upon the dying

As they march and slay

Can you save our lives

Or will you run like the rest of the scum

Will you save the ones you love

Or will you run, you fucκing scum

I'd rather be dead

I'd rather be six feet deep

Buried beneath the soil

Like the rest of human filth

Beneath the soil

Like the rest of human filth

They cry but you cannot feel them

We listen to their pain

But we cannot hear them

Can you save our lives

Or will you run like the rest of the scum

I'd rather be dead

Be dead