It twists your spine
and steals your soul
leaving the twighlight of death to dull
your feet are numb
with the cold
the feeling within your body is told
with the steady beat of a drum
doom, doom is yet to come

it twists your spine
and bends your mind
leaving the remnants of your soul behind
doom, doom it’s almost time
the twighlight of death comes in a steady rhyme
doom, doom it’s almost time

it wrenches your body in a steady beat
now your so cold
the bloods drained out of your feet
the motion repeats as a silent mime
doom, doom it’s almost time

your completely sore
your bodys numb
doom, doom the time has come