Transcript (en)

I swear and realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand I wonder if you ever see the sun Close your eyes And hope that this is just imagination All the while You hear a creature creeping up behind You're out of time There ain't no second chance against the thing with 40 eyes, girl Night creatures calling the dead start to walk in their masquerade There's no escaping the jaws of the alien design This is the end of your life