Luck. Runs. Out. Crawl from the wreckage one more time Horrific memory twists the mind Dark, rugged, cold and hard to turn Path of destruction, feel it burn Still life Incarnation Still life Infamy (8)
Hallucination Heresy Still you run, what's to come? What's today? 'Cause we hunt you down without mercy Hunt you down all nightmare long Feel us breathe upon your face Feel us shift, every move we trace Hunt you down without mercy Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah Luck. Runs. (8)
You crawl back in But your luck runs out 1.2. Luck. Runs. Out. The light that is not light is here To flush you out with your own fear You hide, you hide, but will be found Release your crypt without a sound Still life Immolation Still life Infamy (8)
