A premonition stirs, not certain why
The urge is strong to run, no use to hide
You wonder how long will this feeling loom
Somewhere deep inside, you feel impending doom
The air is hot and thick, darkness stains the skies
Terror floods the soul, see it in their eyes
The wind blows strong, moon is crimson red
The Apocalypse is near, the March of the living dead
IT WILL PIERCE YOU TO THE CORE
CAN YOU FEEL THE COLD WITHIN
IT WILL DROP YOU TO YOUR KNEES
HELL'S BROKEN LOOSE AND NOW IT ALL BEGINS
See the shadows lurk, making their final call
Those around you scream, trying not to fall
Is there hope again, to see the light of day
Only your soul knows how, to show you way
