All Hope Is Dead - Paganizer

A feeble run for freedom at last

The hunt is on the rush now explodes

Torn from your life and now inserted

Into the role of the hunted prey

Nowhere to run no place is safe

You are lost we crave your soul

Your body is the target so keep on

Don’t spoil the game until you die

Feel the bullets enter

Convulse as you die

Out pours the red

All hope is dead