Fast approaching monsters, marching in a row
Grab what slips your mind, and what your memory won't hold
Run, darling run
I'll stall them if I can
You'll escape and I'll be left rotting on the vine
Run, darling run
I'll stall them if I can
You'll escape and I'll be left rotting on the vine
Avert the childrens eyes, forget, left untold
Don't look back to see
The blood, river in the road
Get sweet revenge with my blood, river in the road
