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 Final ticking Don't dare to think Final ticking An hour is a blink