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People looking for the death

Passing through the fog

They desire to die in pains

Nothing helps them longer...

Reaper wants to play the games

With him, torments come

Creepy lightning and black storms

Over their heads -- The Necroscope

Blood on faces, blood on walls

Death floats in the air

Panic scream of thousand souls,

But you cannot hear

Black sun rises on the sky

Blood spilled in the nights

Blood of thousand innocents

World will never be the same

Do you know what time is it?

Time of Killing, time of Death

You can't hide from mankind doom

Fear possessed your soul !