| [00:25.44] | Darkness descends and the prowlers come out |
| [00:31.65] | They roam through the night |
| [00:37.44] | Looking for weak souls to join them |
| [00:44.13] | Looking for strength to gain |
| [00:53.40] | There're always rotten limbs to be cut off |
| [00:59.67] | But no possibility to do so |
| [01:02.07] | So there are voices to be heard |
| [01:05.64] | When agitators gather their herbs |
| [01:10.80] | Like humanimals labouring |
| [01:21.60] | Gathering their herds |
| [01:26.67] | The powerless and the voiceless of the mass |
| [01:30.12] | The ones that have nothing |
| [01:40.98] | Once again they revert to their holes |
| [01:47.22] | Once again the dawn is their foe |
| [01:53.19] | Once again humanimals will gather in the night |
| [01:59.49] | Once again their numbers numbers multiplied |
| [02:05.58] | Once again they roam from their holes |
| [02:10.86] | And they will gather more lost souls |
| [02:18.09] | Their army is growing silently the word echoes on the streets |
| [03:00.06] | Humanimals |
| [03:00.15] | Labouring |
| [03:00.42] | Gathering their herds |
| [03:03.24] | Spreading through society |
| [03:04.71] | Darkness descends and the prowlers come out |
| [03:36.84] | They roam through the night |
| [03:42.51] | Looking for weak souls to join them |
| [03:48.66] | Looking for strength to gain |