As the dark times turn you suffer Some thing will never change Why plan for the best When you expect the worst All hope is out of range And the sun won't give you no light I guess you know the trouble's gonna come When your heart host the night I guess you know the race has run When demon strikes at every turn A smell of death is on your mind Oh oh, you gotta burn! Your inner flame couldn't burn dry grass But is gonna scorch your mind And when there's no warm lights on your path The crows ain't far behind And the sun won't give you no light I guess you know the trouble's gonna come When your heart host the night I guess you know the race has run When demon strikes at every turn A smell of death is on your mind And the crows ain't far behind