The fire dies on its own Leaving us to ourselves but not exactly alone I think that something is out there waiting Anticipation has grown The air as black as can be Can't even see that my hand is in front of me I'm overhearing a whisper "They won't escape until the blood is set free" So turn back the silence is deafening Turn back don't let them see you again They make the rounds at the midnight hour and On the clock it's just a minute away So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease Now I'm finding my friends Hanging from trees, made a bed of a barbed wire fence I'm on the loose with my neck in the noose but hey... I enjoy the intense Turn back the silence is deafening Turn back don't let them see you again They make the rounds at the midnight hour and On the clock it's just a minute away So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is through If it's the last thing I will do I'll be the one that will escape from hellview... And I will. Turn back the silence is deafening Turn back don't let them see you again They make the rounds at the midnight hour and On the clock it's just a minute away So we're hours awake and our only mistake is we bleed And the hunger for the living helps them hunt it with the greatest of ease No experience could ever match the sight of when a person is Through If it's the last thing I will do I'll be the one that will escape from hellview... And I will.