[feat. Ken of Out For The Count]

Exorcice these old demons that haunted those moonless nights.
there's no place to hide when you're hunted by your sins.
Visions gone wild in a burning red,
With fuckin'head in your fuckin'hands.
From your dreams to your grave.
From your hopes to your grave.
From you hopes to your fuckin'pain.
Each choice i make, put my life at stake.
The darkest hour keeps awake.
Lock you up in a cold dark room and
I make you watch your fear bloom.
Believe us, no christ, no doubt.
In filth we trust.
Darkened visions of what you refuse.
Ignore the fear to face and fight.
Hunted by your sins.
No plce to hide, when you're hunted by your sins.
there're no prayer in thid land of anguish.
There are no nightmares in that land of weak.
Tack by track. White fades to black.
Everything so real. Life is made cold as steel.
Other day other ways.
Another night another crime.
Another filthy fight.
Remake your morst dreams
And unleash the hounds on you
My nightmare makes a mainac,
Paranoiac, a bloodsoaked sheets.
The rise of sun calmes down the beast inside.
There're no prayer in this land of anguish.
There are no nightmares in that land of weak.
Tack by track. White fades to black.
Everything so real.Life is made as cold steel.