(To become the hunted
An easy prey)
The fever comes

Leaving us motionless
Life turns in reverse
Hunting us through the night
This our new fate
In the open we are weak
No place to hide
Suddenly paralyzed
By all of our sins

We will bleed for our sin
We will kneel for our dream
In this storm we shall die
In this gallow we shall hang

The hunter will find us as the ground collapse
We strive to find the solid ground
The rift is wide, chaos enclosed
Feverish madness, we try to hide

We will bleed for our sin
We will kneel for our dream
In this storm we shall die
In this gallow we shall hang

To become the hunted
An easy prey
We all shall hang

Afflicted by the madness that is so real
The truest test of our resolve
Is to find the way out of this hell
Dragging us out from this cesspool of lies

To become the hunted
An easy prey
Time has run out
We’ve become, our ruin
Destroying all
We are the plague

We will bleed for our sin
We will kneel for our dream
In this storm we shall die
In this gallow we shall hang

We are the hunted
Our time has run out
We end this now