Silence makes the cold floor
looks like steel we expect our end
the devil is hungry he is stalking us
they get out of blood out of nowhere
the truth is just an imitation
the darkness is on board (everything will sink)
this is the number of the day
the impossible becomes possible
the devil is hungry he is stalking us
sacrifice for death blood is everywhere
but we must try to save our soul
nothing is impossible life goes on
black is the color to every scream