They Come, You Go - Diabolical Masquerade

Take a deep breath

Pulling once again

It’ll get you through on your own

Coming down with the dead behind

Murderous nature of the dream

Black door, reveal the end

I’ll never come and serve him, die to your God

Dark fear, alert to the night here

Weeping for them alone

Weeping for them alone

Take a deep breath

A bullet once again

It’ll get you through on your own