| [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 |