Bringing bad news through the dense fog
And Reaper is coming alone
Facing the Evil, Marching on Hell
Death is knocking in your door
Bringing dark wings through the black fog
And Reaper is coming in your home
Facing the evil, feeling death's smell
Facing the Evil, marching on Hell!
Bringing deadly news through the dirty streets
And Reaper is knocking in you door
Piles of garbage, piles of dead
Evil is coming in your home
Bringing dark wings through the black fog
Desease is coming in your home
Piles of garbage, piles of rats
Piles of rots
I'm Outta my on! Cause I can't control my fate
I cannot scape! Because now is too late
I'm Outta my on! Cause I can't control my fate
I cannot scape! I cannot scape of hands
Of Doctor Death
