ARMY OF THE DEAD Red Sun falls into the sea Leaving scars on the face of a molten sky Cracked bells toll for those, who’ve been buried thousand times No place to hide, no peace for humankind Too late to leave this place Too late to cry Bad moon is on the rise at last Army of the dead is on its way to reap the sin It brings us doom and curse, it brings us judgement day No rest for the devil, who takes God’s name in vain Too late to leave this place To late to cry The army of the dead… …Waiting for you all… Lights go out And the traffic stops The phone is dead No more urgent calls No more drugs to shoot in, no more love to buy No more shots to take, no more lullabies No more little children in the little house No more sick desires, devil’s on the loose Lights go out And the system has failed The phone is dead Absolution’s delayed Can you hear the message, can you hear the voice Waving on the cries, waving on the noise Army of the dead is waiting on display Nothing left to try, nothing left to say… only your lies