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[Gionata, August 2002]

Run, escape from your world

Made of reality’s scars

Proud to be still alive

Traces of blood are falling

Hear! The abyss is calling

Hear it well! It’s your name.

It’s time to pay your ticket

It’s time to leave your life

They are coming

Wolves are still hungry

Corpses are still bleeding...

Ripped and eaten by

...the ravens of death and pain.

When rain falls, wolves gather

They find the light of day

They find the path to oblivion

Turning you from beast to prey

The voice is calling....

The voice is howling....

Hear it well, it’s your name

Death is coming...

Death is coming...

Death is coming...

Death is coming...

Wolves are hungry.

When rain falls, wolves gather

They find the light of day

They find the path to oblivion

Turning you from beast to prey

Eating the flesh

And grinding it to the bone

Ripping out of the body... the soul

The rage is coming forth

Wolves are still hungry

And corpses are bleeding too...

No one is laughing out loud...

...But the smiling death....