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Not a spirit who hides in the day Not an eruption that will not or may It's a wrecking ball of death and completely without fear No conscience, fear, or heart Doesn't think about an end or start Tear the world apart not to see what's deep inside Not a friend to call, not a savior at all Not a place to run and hide No way to stop, no way on top Stay out of sight and prepare to die Prepare for the chaos Prepare to die Once every 1000 years or so the beast gets hungry And the pain inside that wakes him, makes him angry There's not enough food in sight So, he'll start to roam the earth tonight And the path of death he leaves will feed the hunger Won't pick you out of a crowd Doesn't care if you're calm or loud It's a living, breathing, eating, storm of death No agenda, no favorite meal He's the real mutherfukin' deal SongtexteHe's only awake to eat and he eats it all Not a friend to call, not a savior at all Not a place to run and hide No way to stop, no way on top Stay out of sight and prepare to die Prepare for the chaos Prepare to die Once every 1000 years or so the beast gets hungry And the pain inside that wakes him, makes him angry There's not enough food in sight So, he'll start to roam the earth tonight And the path of death he leaves will feed the hunger Aus Songtexte Mania