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