When their arms reach out for you  They seise thy heart for an atrocies embrace  With demoniac fingers the shroud covers your face  And then you know: thou shall die    Pursued by nothing zhan your fear  But their steps resounding in your tortued ears  Tormenting your soul, no place to hide  No sword to fight: thou shall die    You struggle when you hear them coming  And every step you run, thousand pursue your poor soul  Demoniac laughter when they tear off little parts  You?re bleeding when times and feelings come off and die  Every tick of the hand a part of you  When you crowl to the tombstone of thine  You know  You die  In pieces  Time to resign  But you are already dead.