When all the room in hell is taken The armies of the dead awaken The ghouls of hell have overflowed The night before, it was sheer terror On a quest for flesh, they draw nearer As the sun goes down, the darkness grows And your blood runs cold Your blood runs cold in This twilight of the dead Some who know but most are blinded The world we know lies dead behind us Thru the night, we run thru the bitter cold There's nothing here worth left for dying We have no chance but still we are trying To the north we run 'til the morning glows And your blood runs cold Your blood runs cold in This twilight of the dead
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