Hour the final hour
Feel the coldest sweat
The time is near
Trembling in
Fear the days have pass behind
The future lies in front
Of you
What'll you do
Will it work out for you
Nothing you can do
Hopelessly rotting flesh
Burn down to ash
Down who will go down
For those who don't prepare
Horror squeezing your brain
Nothing will
Remain the eyes of suffering is near
Capturing your glimpse
No one can be a liar
Not in front of him
Will it work out for you
Nothing you can do
Hopelessly rotting flesh
Final ticking
Don't dare to think
Final ticking
An hour is a blink
Guitar solo
Will it work out for you
Nothing you can do
Hopelessly rotting flesh
Final ticking
Don't dare to think
Final ticking
An hour is a blink
