The fog covers the valley Awaiting And she runs Waiting for the dawn That will bring new, clean air But a knife comes instead And a soul is taken Condemned souls That must live in frustration Condemning you To drown in Terror, Fear Pain Sorrow Panic Horror Damned by gods That way shall be done Blood stained inside your veins Terrified, paralyzed Like your pupils Wide open Frozen in time Your heart feels the power of fear Dilated pupils Wide open I'm here, the son of Ares Your end has come, and there's no more Phobos Deimos Phobos Deimos Phobos Deimos