When all the room in hell is taken,
The armies of the dead awaken,
The ghouls of hell have overflowed,

The night before, it was sheer terror,
On a quest for flesh, they draw nearer,
As the sun goes down, the darkness grows,

And your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold in,
This twilight of the dead,

And your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold in,
This twilight of the dead,

Some who know but most are blinded,
The world we know, lies dead behind us,
Thru the night, we run thru the bitter cold,

There's nothing here worth left for dying,
We have no chance but still we are trying,
To the north we run 'til the morning glows,

And your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold in,
This twilight of the dead,

And your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold in,
This twilight of the dead,

When all the room in hell is taken,
The armies of the dead awaken,
The ghouls of hell have overflowed,

The night before, it was sheer terror,
On a quest for flesh, they draw nearer,
As the sun goes down, the darkness grows,

And your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold in,
This twilight of the dead,

And your blood runs cold,
Your blood runs cold in,
This twilight of the dead