[Music: Ivo / Lyrics: Vasil]
Staring through your scared eyes
The blood rushes to your face
After that you turn pale
As pale as death.
See the dying freaks
Coming from the dusk
Many freaks are crawling slowly
They are everywhere.
The nearest to me
Is speaking
Unintelligible
I smell its rotten nature.
[Solo: Vasil]
All the rest are attacking me with their infected prongs.
I put on my gloves
But I pricked my finger tips
I felt the viscous blood
Of someone else.
See the dying freaks
Coming from the dusk
Many freaks are crawling slowly
They are everywhere.
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